"Unquiet Grave" Performance
Added 2021-03-08 00:09:46 +0000 UTCgDGCD - I learned "Unquiet Grave" (Cold Blows the Wind, Child 78, Roud 51) from a 1960s recording of Hedy West from Cartersville, Georgia.
Cold blows the wind my true love
Cold blows the driving rain,
I never had but one true love
In the greenwood he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any woman may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day
When twelve months and a day had passed
The dead began to speak,
Saying who is this who mourns for me
And will not let me sleep?
One kiss more my own true love
One kiss more I crave,
Give me a kiss of your sweet lips
And I'll go from your grave
My lips are cold as clay true love
My breath is sulfur strong,
If you kiss my rotting lips
Your days will not be long
Mourn not for me my own true love
Mourn not for me I pray,
For I must leave you all alone
And go down in my grave
