The Unquiet Grave - Joan Baez 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 no let..