Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Unquiet Grave, artist - Barbara Dickson. Date of issue: 10.05.2009
Song language: English
The Unquiet Grave |
| The wind doth blow today, my love |
| A few small drops of rain; |
| I never had but one true love |
| In cold grave he is lain |
| I’d do as much for my true love |
| As any young girl may; |
| I’d sit and mourn all on his grave |
| For twelve month and a day |
| The twelve months and a day were up |
| A voice spoke from the deep |
| Oh who is this sits on my grave |
| And will not let me sleep? |
| T' is I, t’is I, thy own true love |
| That weeps upon on thy grave |
| Until I have one kiss from your clay-cold lips |
| No comfort will I have |
| My lips are cold as clay, my love |
| My breath is earthly strong; |
| And had you one kiss from my clay-cold lips |
| Your time would not be long: |
| Down in yonder garden green |
| Love, where we used to walk |
| The sweetest rose that ever bloomed |
| Is withered to the stalk |
| The stalk is withered dry, my love |
| So will our hearts decay |
| So make yourself content my love |
| Till death calls you away |
| So make yourself content my love |
| Till death calls you away |