Traditional

Cold blows the wind o'er my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And never will again

I'll do as much for my true love
As any lover may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
A twelve-month in one day

One kiss, one kiss from your sweet lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss from your sweet lips
And sink down in your grave

And your lips, they are not sweet my love
Your kiss is cold as clay
My time be long, my time be short
Tomorrow or today

And down beyond the garden wall
Where we both used to walk
Are finest flowers that ever grew
All withered to a stalk
Cold blows the wind o'er my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And never will again