Luke Kelly The Unquiet Grave
The wind doth blow
today my love
A few small drops of rain
Never have I had
but one true love
In cold clay she is laid
I'll do as much
for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn
all on her grave
At twelve months and a day
The twelve months and the day being gone
A voice spoke from the deep
Who is it sits
all on my grave
And will not let me sleep
'Tis I, 'tis I,
Thine own true love
Who sits upon your grave
For I crave one kiss
from your sweet lips
And that is all I seek
You crave one kiss
from my clay cold lips
But my breath is earthy strong
Had you one kiss
from my clay cold lips
Your time would not be long
My time be long,
my time be short
Tomorrow or today
May God in heaven
have all my soul
But I'll kiss your lips of clay
See down in yonder garden green
Love where we used to walk
The sweetest flower
that ever grew
Is withered to the stalk
The stalk is withered dry my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself
content my love
Till death calls you away
