Cold Blows The Wind (traditional Chinese Spir - Ween

Cold blows the wind over my true love 
Cold blows the drops of rain 
I never had but one true love 
And in Camville 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 twelve month and one day 

But when twelve 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 twelve month 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 Camville 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 twelve month and one day