Cold blows the wind to my true love And gently drops the rain  I've never had but one true love   And in green-wood he lies slain I'll do as much for my true love As any young girl may   I'll sit and mourn all on his grave  For a- twelve month and a day And when twelve months and a day was passed The ghost did rise and speak "Why sittest thou all on my grave  And will not let me sleep? " "Go fetch me water from the desert And blood from out of a stone Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That a young man never has known. " "How oft on yonder grave sweetheart Where we were wont to walk  The fairest flower that e'er I saw  Has withered to a stalk." "The stalk is withered and dead sweetheart The flower will never return. And since I've lost my own true love   What can I do but yearn." "When will we meet again sweetheart. When will we meet again? " "When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees  Are green and spring up again."