Текст песни Helium Vola - The Unquiet Grave

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Cold blows the wind to my true love And gently drops the rain I never had but one sweetheart And in greenwood she lies lain. I'll do as much for my sweetheart As any young man may; I'll sit and mourn all on her grave For twelvemonth and a day And when twelvemonth and one day was past, The ghost began to speak "Why sittest here all on my grave And will not let me sleep?" "There's one thing that I want, sweetheart, There's one thing that I crave; And that is a kiss from your lilly-white lips Then I'll go from your grave." "My breast is as cold as clay, My breath smells earthly strong And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won't be long Go fetch me water from the desert And blood from out of a stone Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That a young man never had known" "O down on yonder grove, sweetheart Where you and I would walk The first flower that ever I saw Is withered to a stalk The stalk is wither'd and dry, sweetheart And the flower will never return; And since I lost my own sweetheart What can I do but mourn? When shall we meet again, sweetheart When shall we meet again?" "When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again

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