Steven Wilson
The Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind to my true love,And gently drops the rain.I've never had but one true love,And in green-wood he lies slain.I'll do as much for my true love,As any young girl may,I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,For twelve months and a day.And when twelve months and a day was passed,The ghost did rise and speak,"why sittest thou all on my graveAnd will no let me sleep?""Go fetch me water from the desert,And blood from out the stone,Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breastThat young man never has known.""My breast is cold as clay,My breath is earthly strong,And if you kiss my cold clay lips,You days they won't be long.""How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,SongtexteWhere we were want to walk,The fairest flower that e'er I sawHas withered to a stalk.""when will we meet again, sweetheart,When will we meet again?""when the autumn leaves that fall from the treesAre green and spring up again."
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