Intro :
Cold b lows the wind to m y true l ove
A nd g ently drops the r ain
I've n ever h ad but o ne true l ove
A nd in g reen-wood h e lies s lain
I'll d o as much for m y true l ove
A s an y young girl ma y
I'll s it and m ourn all o n his g rave
F or a- t welve month a nd a d ay
And wh en twelve months and a d ay was p assed
T he g host did rise and s peak
"Why s ittest t hou all o n my g rave
A nd w ill not l et me s leep? "
"Go f etch me water f rom the des ert
A nd b lood from out of a s tone
Go f etch me m ilk from a f air maid's b reast
T hat a y oung man n ever has k nown. "
"How o ft on yonder g rave sweeth eart
W here w e were wont to w alk
The f airest f lower that e 'er I s aw
H as w ithered t o a s talk."
"The s talk is withered and d ead sweeth eart
T he f lower will never ret urn.
And si nce I've l ost my o wn true l ove
W hat c an I d o but y earn."
"When w ill we meet ag ain sweeth eart.
W hen w ill we meet ag ain? "
"When the a utumn l eaves that f all from the t rees
A re g reen and s pring up ag ain."