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...THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS LILIES: 16. MY GIFT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THREE THROWS AND ONE by JANE BARLOW TRINITIE SUNDAY (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 5. SPEAKING OF DRIVING by BERTON BRALEY |