THE UNQUIET GRAVE (Trad arr Bliss)
TB: voice, duet concertina. This is almost the Joan Baez version.
Cold blows the wind to my true love, and gently drops the rain
I’ve never had but one true love, and in green wood he lies slain
I’ll do as much for my true love, as any young girl may
I’ll sit and mourn all on his grave, for twelve months and a day
And when twelve months and a day were past, the ghost did rise and speak
Why sittest thou all on my grave and never will let me sleep
When shall we meet again true love, when shall we meet again?
When the autumn leave that fall from the trees, turn green and spring up again
Go fetch me water from the desert, and blood from out of yon stone
Go fetch me milk from your fair maid’s breast, that no young man ever has known
That this young man never has known
Recorded on Mixed Moss