Cold blows the wind over my true love
And gently falls the rain
I've only had but one true love
And in Flanders he lies slain
I'll do as much for my sweetheart
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn upon his grave
For 12 months and one day
When 12 months and one day did pass
The corpse began to speak
"Why sittest thou upon my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
There's one thing that I want, sweetheart
There's one thing that I crave
And that is a kiss from your lily-white lips
Then I'll go from your grave
My lips, they are as cold as clay
My breath is earthy strong (strong)
And if you were to kiss these lily-white lips
Your days would not be long
Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out a stone
Go fetch me milk from a young maid's breast
That a young man never has known
Cold blows the wind over my true love
And gently falls the rain
I've only had but one true love
And in Flanders he lies slain
When will we meet again? Sweetheart
When will we meet again?
When the oaken leaves falling from the trees
Are green and spring up again
