Cold Blows The Wind (Traditional Chinese Spiritual)

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