Cold Blows The Wind

Cold blows the wind over my true love Cold blows the drops of rain I never had but one true love And in Camville he was slain I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day But when twelve months were come and gone This young man he arose What makes you weep down by my grave I can't take my repose One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all I crave One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave My lips they are as cold as my clay My breath is heavy and strong If thou was to kiss my lily white lips Thy days would not be long Oh don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk Pluck the finest flower of them all, twill wither to a stalk Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep And water from a stone And white milk from a maiden's breast, That babe ere never known Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day Cold blows the wind over my true love Cold blows the drops of rain I never had but one true love And in Camville he was slain I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day --- Cold Blows the Wind - Ween