The Unquiet Grave (Child No. 78) - Joan Baez

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.»

«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.»

«A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart,

The flower will never return,

And since I’ve lost my own true love,

What can I do but yearn.»

«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.»

The Unquiet Grave (Child #78)

Traditional Folk Song

From «Joan Baez 5»

sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong

(Lovely on Water), Ian Campbell, and Patons