the wind blows cold to my true love and a few cool drops of rain i never had but one true love and in the cold grave she was lain i ll do as much for my true love as any young man may i ll sit and mourn by her grave for a twelve month and a day the twelve month and one day bein up the dead begins to speak who is it sits by my grave and will not let me sleep it s i my love sits by your grave and will not let you sleep i crave one kiss from your cold clay lips and that s all i seek you crave one kiss from my cold clay lips but the call of death is strong if you get one kiss from my cold clay lips your time it won t be long tis down in yonder garden path love where we used to walk the finest flower that ever grew is withered on the stalk