Lack Of Limits

Lack Of Limits - Unquiet Grave lyrics

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The wind doth blow today my love, a few small drops of 
rain
I never had but one true love, in cold clay she is laid
I'll do as much for my true love, as any young man may
I'll sit and mourn upon her grave for twelve months and 
a day

The twelve-month and the day being gone a voice came 
from the deep
Who is it sits all on my grave and will not let me 
sleep?
'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love who sits upon your 
grave
I crave a kiss from your sweet lips for that is all I 
seek

When shall we come together again
When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and rise up again

A kiss you crave from my cold lips, but my breath is 
earthly strong
One kiss of my cold clay lips and your time would not 
be long
My time be long, my time be short, tomorrow or today
May gods or devils have my soul but I'll kiss your lips 
of clay

See down in the garden green where we used to walk
The sweetest flower that ever I saw is withered to a 
stalk

The stalk has withered dry my love, so will our hearts 
decay
I'll make myself content my love, till death calls me 
away

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Language: English

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