The Unquiet Grave
The DublinersVersion1
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The wind that blows today my love
a few small drops of rain
Never have I had but one true love
in cold place she is laid
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young man may
I'll sit and mourne all on her grave
at twelve month and a day
The twelve month and the day been gone
a voice spoke from the deep
who is it sits all on my grave
and will not let me sleep
It's I, it is I thine own true love
who sits upon your grave
for I crave one kiss from your sweet lips
and that is all I see
You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips
but my breath is earthy strong
had you one kiss from my clay cold lips
your time would not be long
My time be long my time be short
tommorrow or today
may god in heaven have all my soul
but I'll kiss your lips of clay
See down beyond the garden green
laught where we used to walk
the sweetest flower that ever grew
is whitered to the stork
The stork is whitered 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 The Dubliners
[G]The wind that [C]blows [D]today my love [C]a few small [G]drops of [D]rain [G]Never have I had but one true[C] love [G]in cold [D]place she is [G]laid I'll do as much for my true love as any young man may I'll sit and mourne all on her grave at twelve month and a day The twelve month and the day been gone a voice spoke from the deep who is it sits all on my grave and will not let me sleep It's I, it is I thine own true love who sits upon your grave for I crave one kiss from your sweet lips and that is all I see You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips but my breath is earthy strong had you one kiss from my clay cold lips your time would not be long My time be long my time be short tommorrow or today may god in heaven have all my soul but I'll kiss your lips of clay See down beyond the garden green laught where we used to walk the sweetest flower that ever grew is whitered to the stork The stork is whitered dry my love so will our hearts decay so make yourself content my love till death calls you away