歌手:Solas
专辑:《Sunny Spells and Scattered Showers》

Cold blows the wind upon my true love

Soft falls the gentle rain

I never had but one true love

And in Greenwood she lies slain

I'd lose much for my true love

As any young man may

I'll sit and I'll mourn all on your grave

For twelve months and a day

When the twelfth month and one day had passed

The ghost began to speak

"Who is it that sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"


"'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love

That sits all on your grave

I ask of one kiss from your sweet lips

And that is all that I crave"

"My lips, they are as clay, my love

My breath is earthy strong

And if you should kiss my clay-cold lips

Your time, 'twould not be long"

"Look down in the yonder garden fair

Love, where we used to walk

The fairest flower that ever bloomed

Has withered and too the stalk"

"The stalk, it has withered and dried, my love

So will our hearts decay

So make yourself content, my love

'Til death calls you away"