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The wind doth blow today my love A few small drops of rain Never had but one true love In cold clay she 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 Twelve months and a day Twelve months and a day being gone A voice spoke from the deep „Who is it sits all on my grave And will not let me sleep?“ `Tis I, `tis I thine own true love Who sits upon your grave I crave one kiss from your sweet lips And that is all I seek „You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips But my breath is earthy strong Had you one kiss from my clay cold lips Your time would not be long.“ My time be long, my time be short SongtexteTomorrow or today May God in heaven take my soul But I’ll kiss your lips of clay Down in yonder garden green Where we used to walk The sweetest flower that ever grew Is withered to the stalk The stalk is withered dry my love So will our hearts decay Make yourself content, my love ´Til death calls me away. (Dank an Peter Sanderone für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania