كلمات The Unquiet Grave

The wind doth blow today, my love A few small drops of rain Never have I 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 A twelve month and a day The twelve month and the 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 For 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 Tomorrow or today May my gods have all my soul But I'll kiss your lips of clay 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 Your time would not be long Your time would not be long