Текст песни The Unquiet Grave

My breast is cold as clay My breath is earthly strong And if you kiss my cold clay lips Your days they won't be long How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart Where we were want to walk The fairest flower that earlier I saw Has withered to a stalk When will we meet again, sweetheart? When will we meet again? When the autumn leaves that fall from trees Are green and spring up again