The Unquiet Grave

"The Unquiet Grave" (Traditional, public domain) The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain. I only had but one true-love, And in the grave, he lies slain. I'll do as much for my true-love As any young bride may; I'll sit and mourn all at his grave For twelve month and a day. The twelve-month and a day being up, The dead began to speak: "Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?" "It is I, my love, who sits upon your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss from your cold lips, And that is all I seek." "Now, if you have one kiss from me, Then let me sleep again; The kiss of a true-love is too sweet, And I’m longing to feel no pain."