Cold Blows the Wind Songtext
von Bellowhead

Cold blows the wind o′ my true love
Cold blow the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in green woods he lies slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As e′er the young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve months and a day
But when twelve months they were up and gone
This young man he rose
What makes you sit by my grave and weep?
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss from your lily-white lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss from your lily-white lips
Then return back to your grave


These lips they are as cold as clay
My breath is heavy and strong
If you were to kiss these lily-white lips
Your life would not be long
Oh, don′t you remember the garden grove
Where once we used to walk?
Go pick me the finest flower of them all
It will wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a flower from the dungeon deep
Bring water from a stone
Bring white milk from a virgin′s breast
Her baby never born
Go dig me a grave both wide and deep
Dig it as quick as you may
That I may lay down and take a long sleep
For twelve months and a day