Lack Of Limits - Unquiet Grave lyrics

rate me

The wind doth blow today my love, a few small drops of

Rain

I never had but one true love, in cold clay she is laid

I'll do as much for my true love, as any young man may

I'll sit and mourn upon her grave for twelve months and

A day

The twelve-month and the day being gone a voice came

From the deep

Who is it sits all on my grave and will not let me

Sleep?

'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love who sits upon your

Grave

I crave a kiss from your sweet lips for that is all I

Seek

When shall we come together again

When shall we meet again, sweetheart?

When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees

Are green and rise up again

A kiss you crave from my cold lips, but my breath is

Earthly strong

One kiss of my cold clay lips and your time would not

Be long

My time be long, my time be short, tomorrow or today

May gods or devils have my soul but I'll kiss your lips

Of clay

See down in the garden green where we used to walk

The sweetest flower that ever I saw is withered to a

Stalk

The stalk has withered dry my love, so will our hearts

Decay

I'll make myself content my love, till death calls me

Away