Music Across the Water - The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind of night sweetheart
Cold are the drops of rain
I never had but one sweetheart
And in greenwood he lies slain

I'll do as much for my true love
As any maiden may
I'll sit and mourn upon his grave
A twelve-month and a day

What is it that you want from me
And will not let me sleep
Your salten tears they trickle down
My winding sheet to steep

Oh, I will now redeem the pledge
The pledge that once I gave
A kiss from off thy lilly white lips
Is all of you I crave

Then through the mould he heaved his head
And through the herbage green
There fell a frosted bramble leaf
It came their lips between

And well for you that bramble leaf
Betwixt our lips was flung
The living to the living hold
To the dead the dead belong

Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith

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