Cold Blows The Wind

Actually, this is The Unquiet Grave is a bit different:

The wind that blows today my love a few small drops of rain Never have I had but one true love in cold place she is laid

I'll do as much for my true love as any young man may I'll sit and mourne all on her grave at twelve month and a day

The twelve month and the day been gone a voice spoke from the deep who is it sits all on my grave and will not let me sleep

It's I, it is I thine own true love who sits upon your grave for I crave one kiss from your sweet lips and that is all I see

You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips but my breath is earthy strong had you one kiss from my clay cold lips your time would not be long

My time be long my time be short tommorrow or today may god in heaven have all my soul but I'll kiss your lips of clay

See down beyond the garden green laught where we used to walk the sweetest flower that ever grew is whitered to the stork

The stork is whitered dry my love so will our hearts decay so make yourself content my love till death calls you away