The Unquiet Grave - L'Orchestra Cinematique
My breast it is as cold as clay
My breath is earthly strong
And if you kiss my cold clay lips
Your days they won't be long
How oft on yonder day sweetheart
Where we were won't to walk
The fairest flower that ever I saw
Has withered to a stalk
When will we meet again
Sweetheart
When will we meet again
When the autumn leaves
That fall from trees
Are green and spring up again