The Unquiet Grave — текст песни (Faith And The Muse)

(traditional ballad circa 1400)
The wind doth howl today m`love
And a winter`s worth of rain
I never had but one true love
In cold grave she was lain
Oh I adored my sweetest love
As any young man may
So I`ll sit and weep upon her grave
For twelve-month and a day
One true love is eternity for two
Three four nevermore
Will I see my love true
The twelve-month and a day foregone
The dead began to speak
Oh who sits weeping on my grave
And will not let me sleep?
`Tis I, m`love, upon thy grave
Who will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss of your lips
And that is all I seek
You crave one kiss of my cold lips
But I am one year gone
If you have one kiss of my lips
Your time will not be long
Let me remind thee, dearest one
A patient heart to keep
For we professed eternal love
That lives though I may sleep
There down in yonder garden grove
Love, where we once did walk
The finest flower that ever was seen
Has withered to a stalk
The stalk is withered dry, my love
Though our hearts shan`t decay
So make yourself content, my love
Till god calls you away