The Unquiet Grave

Dm                     F        C
Cold blows the wind to my true love
Dm                   Am
And gently drops the rain
Dm             F        C
I only had but one true love
Dm
And in Greenwood she lies slain

[Verse 2]
F                   C       Am
I'll do as much for my true love
Dm               Am
As any young man may
Dm                   F       C
I'll sit and mourn along her grave
Dm
For a twelve-month and a day

[Verse 3]
Dm                             F 
When the twelve months and one 
      C
day was past
Dm                  Am
The ghost began to speak:
Dm                      F      C
"Why sit thou'st here along my grave
Dm
And will not let me sleep?"

[Verse 4]
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F                         C  
"There's one thing that I want, 
        Am
sweetheart
Dm                        Am
There's one thing that I crave
Dm                            F  
And that is a kiss from your lily
       C
 white lips
Dm
Then I'll go from your grave"

[Verse 5]
Dm                   F       C
"My lips they are as cold as clay
Dm                       Am
My breath smells earthy strong
Dm                 F         C
And if you kiss my cold clay lips
Dm
Your days they won't be long"

[Verse 6]
F                          C   Am
Go fetch me water from the desert
Dm                     Am
And blood from out of stone
Dm                      F        
Go fetch me milk from a fair 
   C
maid's breast
Dm
That a young man never had known"

[Verse 7]
Dm                    F   C
'Twas down in Cupid's Garden
Dm                    Am
Where you and I would walk
Dm                     F      C
The finest flower that ever I saw
Dm
Is withered to a stalk

[Verse 8]
F                          C 
"The stalk is withered and dry, 
        Am
sweetheart
Dm                     Am
The flower will never return
Dm                  F        C
And since I lost my one true love
Dm
What can I do but mourn?"

[Verse 9]
Dm                    F 
"When shall we meet again, 
        C
sweetheart?
Dm                   Am
When shall we meet again?"
Dm                           F   
"Where the oaken leaves that fall
      C
 from the trees
Dm
Are green and spring up again"