This next song's about a dead bitch
Slow
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
But when twelve month 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 from 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
[Verse 3]
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
Slow
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
But when twelve month 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 from 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
[Verse 3]
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
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