Verse
C#m A Fb Cb
Cold blows the wind today my love,
C#m Cb G#m
and gently drops the rain.
C#m A Fb Cb
I only had but one true love,
C#m F# C#m
and in cold grave she was lain.
[Verse 2]
Fb Cb G#m
I do as much for my true love,
C#m G#m
as any young man may.
C#m A Fb Cb
I'll sit and mourn all on the grave
C#m F# C#m
for a twelfth-month and a day.
[Verse 3]
C#m A Fb Cb
When the twelfth month and one day was past,
C#m G#m
the ghost began to speak:
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"Why sittist here all on my grave,
C#m F# C#m
and will not let me sleep?"
[Verse 4]
Fb Cb G#m
"There is one thing that I want sweetheart,
C#m Fb Cb
there is one thing that I crave,
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And that is a kiss from your lily white lips
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that I'll go from your grave."
[Verse 5]
C#m A Fb Cb
"My lips they are as cold as clay,
C#m G#m
my breath smells earthy strong.
C#m A Fb Cb
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
C#m F# C#m
your time will not be long.
[Verse 6]
Fb Cb G#m
Go fetch me water from the desert,
C#m A Fb Cb
and blood from out of stone.
C#m F# Fb Cb
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast,
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that a young man never had known".
[Verse 7]
C#m A Fb Cb
'Twas down in yonder garden green,
C#m G#m
of where we used to walk.
C#m A Fb Cb
The finest flower that ever I saw,
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is withered to a stalk.
[Verse 8]
Fb Cb G#m
The stalk is withered and dry sweetheart,
C#m A Fb Cb
the flower will ne'er return.
C#m F# Fb Cb
And since I lost my own true love,
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what can I do but mourn?
[Verse 9]
C#m A Fb Cb
"When shall we meet again sweetheart?
C#m G#m
When shall we meet again?"
C#m A Fb Cb
"When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
C#m F# C#m
are green and spring out again".
[Verse 10]
Fb Cb G#m
The stalk is withered and dried my love,
C#m A Fb Cb
So will our hearts decay.
C#m F# Fb Cb
So make yourself content my love,
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Til God calls you away.