The Unquiet Grave歌词

Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"Why sittest thou all on my grave“
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,“
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a young maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"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."