cold blows the wind to my true love and gently drops the rain i only had but one true love and in greenwood she lies slain i ll do as much for my true love as any young man may i ll sit and mourn along her grave for a twelve month and a day when the twelve months and one day was past the ghost began to speak why sit thou st here along my grave and will not let me sleep there s one thing that i want sweetheart there s one thing that i crave and that is a kiss from your lily white lips then i ll go from your grave my lips they are as cold as clay my breath smells earthy strong and if you kiss my cold clay lips your days they won t be long go fetch me water from the desert and blood from out of stone go fetch me milk from a fair maid s breast that a young man never had known twas down in cupid s garden where you and i would walk the finest flower that ever i saw is withered to a stalk the stalk is withered and dry sweetheart the flower will never return and since i lost my one true love what can i do but mourn when shall we meet again sweetheart when shall we meet again where the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again 