Pamela Wyn Shannon Cold Blows The Wind
Cold blows the wind today, sweet-heart
Cold falls the drops of rain
The first true love that ever I had
In the Greenwood he was slain
Was down in the garden green, sweet-heart
Where you and I did walk
The fairest flower in the garden grew
Now withered to a stalk
The stalk will bear no leaves, sweet-heart
The flowers will ne'er return
Since my true love is dead and gone
What can I do but mourn?
I’ll do as much for my true love
As any maiden may
I'll sit and mourn upon his grave
A twelve-month and a day
A twelve-month and a day being gone
The spirit rose and spoke
I claim the kiss you promised me
Ere yet, my life was took
And through the moss he raised his head
And through the grass so green
But there fell a frosted bramble leaf
And came their lips between...
