THE UNQUIET GRAVE

Cold blows the wind, today, my love
With a few small drops of rain
I only had but one true love
And she in the cold grave is lain

I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
for a twelvemonth and a day

Now twelvemonth and a day being o'er
The dead began to speak
"Oh who is this sits on my grave
And will not let me sleep"

"'Tis I 'tis I, your own true love
Who will not let you sleep.
I crave one kiss from your cold, dead lips,
And then I'll let you sleep"

"You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips
My breath is earthy strong
If you had one kiss from my cold clay lips
Your time would not be long"

"Look down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk
The fairest flower in all the land
Is withered to a stalk"

"The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So must we all decay,
So make yourself contented be
Till God calls you away"
^^^
This is the version I have sung since I can remember singing it. My friend Alan, however, signs a longer version without the flowers but including some of the riddles.

Cheers
IanC