Cold blows the wind over my true love Soft fall the drops of rain I never had but one true love In Greenwood 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 a twelvemonth and a day ♪ Twelvemonth and a day bein' up The dead began to speak "Who sits, oh, weeping on my grave And will not let me sleep?" 'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave And will not let you sleep I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips And that is all I seek "You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips My breath smells earthy strong And if you have one kiss of me Your time will not be long" ♪ It was down in yonder garden green Love, where we used to walk The fairest flower that e'er I spied Has withered to a stalk "The stalk has withered dry, my dear So shall our love decay So make yourself content, my love 'Til death calls you away"