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

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

I'll do as for my true love
As any young may
I'll sit and mourn all on his
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 no let me sleep?

Go fetch me from the desert
And blood from out the
Go fetch me milk from a maid's breast
young man never has known

How oft on grave, sweetheart
Where we were to walk
The fairest flower e'er I saw
Has to a stalk

A stalk has withered and dead,
The will never return
And since I've my own true love
What can I do but

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