Cold Blows the Wind Songtext
von Ween

Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love and in Campville, he was slain

I′ll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for 12 months and one day

But when 12 months were come and gone, this young man, he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave?
I can′t take my repose

One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
And return back to your grave


My lips, they are as cold as my clay
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily-white lips, thy days would not be long

Oh, don't you remember the Garden Grove where we used to walk?
Pluck the finest flower of them all, 'twill wither to a stalk

Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep and water from a stone
And white milk from a maiden′s breast, that babe ′ere never known

Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep, as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for 12 months and one day

Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love and in Campville, he was slain

I′ll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for 12 months and one day