The Unquiet Grave - Steven Wilson

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 twelve months 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 my true love

And blood from out the stone

Go fetch me water my true love

And blood from out the stone

Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast

That young man has never known

How oft on yonder grave my true love

Where we were want to walk

The fairest flower that I ever saw

Has withered to my stalk

When will we meet again sweetheart

When shall we meet again

When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees

Are green and spring again