| Cold blows the wind to my true love,
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| And gently drops the rain.
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| I’ve never had but one true love,
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| And in green-wood he lies slain.
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| I’ll do as much for my true love,
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| As any young girl may,
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| I’ll sit and mourn all on his grave,
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| For twelve months and a day.
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| And when twelve months and a day was passed,
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| The ghost did rise and speak,
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| «Why sittest thou all on my grave
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| And will no let me sleep?»
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| «Go fetch me water from the desert,
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| And blood from out the stone,
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| Go fetch me milk from a fair maid’s breast
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| That young man never has known.»
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| «How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
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| Where we were want to walk,
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| The fairest flower that e’er I saw
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| Has withered to a stalk.»
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| «A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart,
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| The flower will never return,
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| And since I’ve lost my own true love,
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| What can I do but yearn.»
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| «When will we meet again, sweetheart,
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| When will we meet again?»
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| «When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
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| Are green and spring up again.»
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| The Unquiet Grave (Child #78)
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| Traditional Folk Song
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| From «Joan Baez 5»
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| sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong
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| (Lovely on Water), Ian Campbell, and Patons |