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Published on May 10, 2012
found on Cover Version IV(2006).All rights belong to Steven Wilson and Headphone Dust.I do not own anything. Lyrics: 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 me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert, And blood from out the stone, Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That young man never has known."
"My breast is cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong, And if you kiss my cold clay lips, You days they won't be long."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart, Where we were want to walk, The fairest flower that e'er I saw Has withered to a stalk."