Ballads Migrant

Sung by Lily Delorme of Cadyville, NY
Coll. Olney & Porter Aug 16 1943

Cold Blows the Wind (with tune)

Cold blows the winter's wind, sweetheart,
Cold blows the drops of rain;
I never had but one sweetheart
And in the greenwood she was slain.

I'll do as much for my sweetheart
As any young man may;
I'll sit all on her grave and mourn
A twelvemonth and a day.

A twelvemonth and a day being past,
Her ghost began to speak;
'Why sit upon my grave and mourn
And will not let me sleep?

What do you want of me, sweetheart?
What do you want of me, I pray?'
'One kiss of your clay cold lips
And that is all i want of thee.'

'My lips are colder than clay, sweetheart,
My breat I'm sure is not strong,
If one kiss of my clay cold lips you have,
Your time it won't be long.'

Pretty standard.