The Unquiet Grave Songtext
von Jean Ritchie

The wind doth blow today, my love
With a few small drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And she in the cold grave was laid

I′ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
For 12 months and a day

The 12 months and a day bein′ done
The dead begin to speak
"Oh, who is this, sits on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"


'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave one kiss from your cold, sweet lips
And that is all I seek

You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips
My breath smells earthly strong
If you had one kiss from my poor clay lips
Your time would not be long

Oh, down in yonder garden green
Love, where we used to walk
The fairest flower that ever bloomed
Is withered to a stalk

The stalk is withered dry, my love
So must our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love
'Til God calls you away