(revised version sung by Joan Baez)
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I've never had but one true love
And in green-wood he lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day
And when twelve months and a day was passed
The ghost did rise and speak
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep? "
"Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out the stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known. "
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart
Where we were want to walk
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk. "
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I've never had but one true love
And in green-wood he lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day
And when twelve months and a day was passed
The ghost did rise and speak
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep? "
"Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out the stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known. "
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart
Where we were want to walk
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk. "
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