The Unquiet Grave
Luke KellyVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The Wind doth blow today my love,
A few small drops the rain.
Never have I had but one true love,
In cold clay she is lain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young man may.
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave,
A twelve month and a day.
The twelve month and a day been gone,
A voice spoke from the deep.
"Who is it sits all on my grave.
And will not let me sleep?"
Tis I Tis I thine own true love,
Who sits upon your grave,
For I crave one kiss from your sweet lips,
And that is all I seek.
"You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips,
But my breath is earthy strong.
Had you one kiss from my clay cold lips,
You're time would not be long"
My time be long, my time be short,
Tomorrow or today,
May God in heaven have all my soul
But I'll kiss your lips of clay.
See down in yonder garden green.
Love where we used to walk.
The sweetest flower that ever grew.
Is withered to the stalk.
The stalk is withered dry my love
So will our hearts decay.
So make yourself content, my love,
'Till death calls you away."
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Readable chord sheet for The Unquiet Grave by Luke Kelly
[G] [C] [D] [C] [G] [D] [G] The [G]Wind doth [C]blow to[D]day my [G]love, A [C]few small [G]drops the [D]rain. [G]Never have I [D]had but [G]one true [C]love, In [G]cold clay [D]she is [G]lain. I'll [G]do as [C]much for [D]my true [G]love, As [C]any young [G]man [D]may. I'll [G]sit and [D]mourn all [G]on her [C]grave, A [G]twelve month [D]and a [G]day. The [G]twelve month [C]and a [D]day been [G]gone, A [C]voice spoke [G]from the [D]deep. "Who [G]is it [D]sits all [G]on my [C]grave. And [G]will not [D]let me [G]sleep?" Tis [G]I Tis [C]I thine [D]own true [G]love, Who [C]sits u[G]pon your [D]grave, For I [G]crave one [D]kiss from [G]your sweet [C]lips, And [G]that is [D]all I [G]seek. "You [G]crave one [C]kiss from my [D]clay cold [G]lips, But [C]my breath is [G]earthy [D]strong. [G]Had you one [D]kiss from my clay [G]cold [C]lips, You're [G]time would [D]not be [G]long" My [G]time be [C]long, my [D]time be [G]short, To[C]morrow [G]or to[D]day, [G]May God in [D]heaven have [G]all my [C]soul But I'll [G]kiss your [D]lips of [G]clay. See [G]down in [C]yonder [D]garden [G]green. [C]Love where we [G]used to [D]walk. The [G]sweetest [D]flower that [G]ever [C]grew. Is [G]withered [D]to the [G]stalk. The [G]stalk is [C]withered [D]dry my [G]love [C]So will our [G]hearts de[D]cay. So [G]make your[D]self con[G]tent, my [C]love, 'Till [G]death calls [D]you a[G]way."