How pleasant is the wind tonight

I feel some drops of rain

I never had but one true love

In greenwood he lies slain

I'll do so much for my true love

As any young girl may

I'll sit and mourn all on your grave

For twelve months and a day


The twelve months and a day being up

The ghost began to speak

Why sit you here and mourn for me

And you will not let me sleep

What do you want of me sweetheart

Oh what is it you crave

Just one kiss of your lily white lips

And that is all I crave


Oh don't you see the fire sweetheart

The fire that burns so blue

Where my poor soul tormented is

All for the love of you

And if you weren't my own sweetheart

As I know you well to be

I'd rend you up in pieces small

As leaves upon a tree


Mourn not for me my dearest dear

Mourn not for me I crave

I must leave you and all the world

And turn into my grave