Unquiet Grave from Ciao! by The Night Hobs

The wind doth howl today my love, and falling drops of dew
I've only had but one true love, now the green grass grows over you

I would do as much for my sweet heart as any young man may
I will go and weep upon your grave for twelve months and a day

After twelve months and a day had passed a young girl rose to speak

What keeps you mourning at my grave? You will not let me sleep
Why do you weep, why do you mourn, what do you ask of me?

One kiss, one kiss from your lily white lips, that is all I ask of thee

My lily white lips are as cold as the clay, for I am one year gone
If you take one kiss from my lily white lips, your time will not be long

On the far off meadow on the garden grove where you and I used to walk
The prettiest flowers that we had ever seen are now withered on the stalk

They are withered on the stalk my love. Their leaves will never return
and, since i lost my own true love, what can I do but mourn?

Mourn not for my own true love, oh not for me I pray
I must leave you and the whole wide world and go into my grave
I must leave you and the whole wide world and go into my grave

• Acoustic
• Bat Country
• English folk
• Francis James Child
• Unquiet Grave
• americana
• ballad
• blows
• cold
• folk
• indie
• punk
• traditional
• traditional folk
• wind
• United States