paroles de chanson The Unquiet Grave - Steven Wilson
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
was
passed,
The
ghost
did
rise
and
speak,
"Why
sittest
thou
all
on
my
grave
And
will
no
let
me
sleep?"
"Go
fetch
me
water
from
the
desert,
And
blood
from
out
the
stone,
Go
fetch
me
milk
from
a
fair
maid's
breast
That
young
man
never
has
known."
"My
breast
is
cold
as
clay,
My
breath
is
earthly
strong,
And
if
you
kiss
my
cold
clay
lips,
You
days
they
won't
be
long."
"How
oft
on
yonder
grave,
sweetheart,
Where
we
were
want
to
walk,
The
fairest
flower
that
e′er
I
saw
Has
withered
to
a
stalk."
"When
will
we
meet
again,
sweetheart,
When
will
we
meet
again?"
"When
the
autumn
leaves
that
fall
from
the
trees
Are
green
and
spring
up
again."
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