Cold Blows The Wind - All Request Live

This next song's about a dead bitch

Slow

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

But when twelve month 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 from 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

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

Go fetch me a nut from my dungeon deep

And water from a stone

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

[Verse 1]

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 lay down and take one sleep

For twelve month and one day

Kills me

Kills me to sing like that

Kills me

Makes me love myself

Okay