The Unquiet Grave by Hedy West Lyrics

The wind blows cold to my true love
And a few cool drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in the cold grave, she was lain

I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn by her grave
For a twelve month and a day

The twelve month and one day bein' up
The dead begins to speak
"Who is it sits by my grave
And will not let me sleep?"

"It's I, my love, sits by your grave
And will not let you sleep
I crave one kiss from your cold clay lips
And that's all I seek"

"You crave one kiss from my cold clay lips
But the call of death is strong
If you get one kiss from my cold clay lips
Your time, it won't be long"
'Tis down in yonder garden path, love
Where we used to walk
The finest flower that ever grew
Is withered on the stalk