Cold Blows the Wind

Cold blows the wind of my true love

Cold blow the drops of rain

I never 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 weep down by his grave

For twelve months and a day

But when twelve months they were up and gone

This young man he arose

What makes you sit by my grave and weep

I can't take my repose

One kiss one kiss from your lily-white lips

One kiss is all I crave

One kiss one kiss from your lily-white lips

Then return back to your grave

These lips they are as cold as clay

My breath is heavy and strong

If you were to kiss these lily-white lips

Your life would not be long

Oh don't you remember the garden grove

Where once we used to walk

Go pick the finest flower of the morn

It will wither to a stalk

Go fetch me a flower from the dungeon deep

Bring water from a stone

Bring white milk from a virgin's breast

That baby never bore none

Go dig me a grave both wide and deep

Do it as quick as you may

That I may lay down and take a long sleep

For twelve months and a day