Cold blows the wind to my true love, And a few small drops of rain, I never had but one true love, And in greenwood 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 a twelve months and a day. When twelve months were done and past, This young man, he arose: What makes you weep by my grave, I can't take my repose. One kiss of your lily-white lips, One kiss is all I crave; One kiss of your lily-white lips And return back to your grave. My lips, they are as cold as clay; My breath is earthy and strong; If you would kiss my lily-white lips, Your days would not be long. My time be long, my time be short, Tomorrow or today; Sweet Christ in heaven, hold my song And take my life away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BOY AND THE FLUTE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |