Luyện nghe bài hát The Unquiet Grave (Child No. 78)

Cold the wind to my true love
And drops the rain
I've never had but one love
And in green-wood he lies

I'll do as much for my true
As any girl may
sit and mourn all on his grave
For a twelve and a day

And when twelve and a day was passed
The did rise and speak
Why sittest all on my grave
And will no let me

Go fetch me water from the
And blood out the stone
Go fetch me milk a fair maid's breast
That young man never has

How oft on yonder grave,
Where we wont to walk
The flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a

A stalk has withered and dead,
The flower will return
And I've lost my own true love
can I do but yearn

When will we again, sweetheart
When will we meet
When the autumn that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up