The Unquiet Grave 1. Cold blows the wind to my true love, And gently drops the rain; I never had but one true love, And in greenwood she lies slain, And in greenwood she lies slain. 2. I'll do as much for my true love As any young man may; I'll sit and mourn all on her grave, For twelve-month and a day, For twelve-month and a day. 3. When the twelve-month and one day was past, The ghost began to speak; "Why sittest here all on my grave And will not let me sleep? And will not let me sleep?" 4. My breast it is as cold as clay My breath is earthly strong; And if you kiss my cold clay lips Your days they won't be long, Your days they won't be long. 5. O down in yonder grave, sweetheart, Where we were wont to walk; The first flower that ever I saw Is withered to a stalk, Is withered to a stalk. 6. The stalk is withered and dead, sweetheart, And the flower will never return; And since I lost my own true love What can I do but mourn? What can I do but mourn? 7. When shall we meet again, sweetheart, When shall we meet again? When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again, Are green and spring up again.