LAU – Unquiet Grave

Know your folk music. This features Kris Drever, one of my favorite folk guitarists around right now.

The wind blows cold today my love
A few small drops of rain
I’ve never had but one true love
In a cold rain she lies slain

I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave
For twelve months and a day

The twelve months and a day be gone
The dead began to speak
Who is it sleeping on my grave
And will not let me sleep

Sleeping who sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave a kiss of your cold clay lips
And that is all i seek

You crave a kiss of my cold clay lips
My breath smells earthly strong
If you want a kiss of my cold clay lips
Your time it won’t be long

In down yonder garden green
Love where we used to walk
The sweetest flower that’s ever been
Has withered to a stalk

The stalk is withered dry my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content my love
Till God calls you away

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