Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I only had but one true love
And in Greenwood she lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may -
I'll sit and mourn along her grave
For twelve month and a day
When the twelve month and a day was passed
A ghost began to speak
- "Why sitest here along my grave
And willl 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 white lips -
Then I'll go from your grave"
- "My lips they are 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 mountain stone,
Go fetch me milk from fair maid's breast
That young man never had known"
