The Unquiet Grave

The wind blew up the wind blew down

It brought some drops of rain

My own true love is only one

And she in the grave has lain

Ah weep your tear and make a moan

As many a lover may

And sit and grieve upon her grave

For a season and a day

And when the season's past and gone

The fair young maid did say

What man is weeping on my grave

The night and most the day

Tis I tis I my fair young love

That can no longer sleep

For want of a kiss of your darling lips

The day and night I seek

Cold clay I am my lips cold clay

To kiss them would be wrong

For if you go against God's law

Your time will not be long

See there see there the sun has set

The day has past for e'er

You cannot bring it back again

By means foul or fair

See there alas the garden green

Where often we did walk

The fairest flower that e'er was seen

Is withered at the stalk

Our own hearts too will die my love

And like the stalk decay

So all that you can do my love

Is to wait your dying day