Cold blows the wind over my true love
cold blows the drops of rain
I only had but one true love
and greenwood he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may
i'll sit and more down by his grave
for twelve month and the day
When twelve months they are past and gone
this young man he arose
Why you weep down by my grave side
I can't take my repose
Well it just one kiss of your lily white lips
one kiss is all I crave
one kiss, one kiss from your lily white lips
and return back to your grave
Oh my lips they are as cold as clay
my breath is heavy and strong
And if you were to kiss my lily white lips
then your days would not be long
Oh do you remember the garden grove
where we used to walk
go fetch me the fell flower of it twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a luck from the dungeon deep
and water from a stone
and white milk from a maiden's breast
that babe ere never known
Go dig a grave both, wide and deep
as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take my sleep
for twelve month and the day
When will we need to gain the hearts
When will we need to gain
When the openly's the foe from the trees
and gone writ and gone spoke again.

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