(revised version sung by Joan Baez)





Cold blows the wind to my true love,

And gently drops the rain.

I've never had but one true love,

And in green-wood he lies slain.



I'll do as much for my true love,

As any young girl may,

I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,

For twelve months and a day.



And when twelve months and a day was passed,

The ghost did rise and speak,