The Unquiet Grave
 作词 : Abel Korzeniowski
 作曲 : Abel Korzeniowski
My breast is cold as clay,
My breath is earthy strong
And if you kiss my cold-clay lips
Your days, they won't not be long
How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart
Where we were wont to walk
The fairest flower that e'er 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 the trees
Are green and spring up again