Luyện nghe bài hát The Unquiet Grave

The Wind doth blow my love,
A few small the rain.
Never have i had but one love,
In clay she is lain.

I'll do as for my true love,
As any man may.
I'll sit and all on her grave,
A twelve and a day.

The twelve and a day been gone,
A voice from the deep.
"Who is it all on my grave.
And not let me sleep?"

Tis I Tis I own true love,
Who site your grave,
For I one kiss from your sweet lips,
And is all i seek.

"You one kiss from my clay cold lips,
But my breath is strong.
Had you one from my clay cold lips,
You're would not be long"

My time be long, my be short,
or today,
May God in heaven all my soul
But I'll you lips of clay.

See in yonder garden green.
Love we used to walk.
The sweetest flower that grew.
Is to the stalk.

The is withered dry sweetheart,
So our hearts decay.
So yourself content, my love,
'Til calls you away