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Title
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Cold blows the winter's wind
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Singer
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Goodfield, Prudence Mrs.
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Cold blows the winter's wind, true love,
Cold blows the drops of rain,
I never, never had but one true love,
And in greenwood he was slain.
I felt as much for my true love,
As any maiden may,
To sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and one day.
Verse 2
When twelve months and one day were gone
The spirits began to speak -
'Who's this, who's this all on my grave?
That will not let me sleep?'
''Tis I, 'tis I, your own true love,
A-waiting here for you,
To have one kiss of your lily-white lips,
Which we oft times used to do.'
Verse 3
'How can you have a kiss of my lily-white lips?
My breath smells very strong.
How can you have a kiss of my lily-white lips?
For thy time it won't be long.
Go, fetch me not from the dungeon deep,
Nor water from a stone,
Nor white milk from a maiden's breast,
For maidens they have none.'
Verse 4
'It was down in a garden, my true love,
Where you and I did walk,
But the finest lily that ever grew there,
Is withered to a stalk.
The stalk will not bear any blossoms, true love,
Nor the lily bear no thyme,
But since I have lost my own true love,
I must get another in time.'
