Shirely Collins - The Unquiet Grave (Folk Frontiers and Pioneers – the Six Best Folk Albums of 1960) | Текст песни

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• The Unquiet Grave (Folk Frontiers and Pioneers – the Six Best Folk Albums of 1960)

“Cold blows the wind tonight, true love,
Cold are the drops of rain,
I only had but one true love
And in Greenwood he lies slain.

“I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all by his grave
For a twelve-month and a day.”

Now the twelve-month and a day being gone,
The ghost began to greet:
“Your salten tears they trickle down
They wet my winding sheet.”

“It's I, my love, sits by your grave
And will not let you sleep.
For I crave one kiss from your clay-cold lips
And that is all I seek.”

“But lily, lily are my lips,
My breath comes earthy strong.
If you have one kiss from my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.”

“'Twas down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk.
And the fairest flower that e'er was seen
Has withered to the stalk.”

“The stalk is withered dry, true love,
So must our hearts decay.
Then rest yourself content, my dear,
Till God calls you away,
Till God calls you away.”