Cold blows the wind over my true love And gently falls the rain I've only had but one true love And in Flanders 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 When twelve months and a day was passed The corpse began to speak Why sittest thou upon my grave And will not let me sleep? There's one thing that I want sweetheart There's one thing that I crave And that is a kiss from your lily white lips Then I'll go from your grave My lips they are as cold as clay My breath is earthy strong And if you were to kiss these lily white lips Your days would not be long Go fetch me water from the desert, And blood from out a stone Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That a young man never has known Cold blows the wind over my true love And gently falls the rain I've only had but one true love And in Flanders he lies slain When will we meet again, sweetheart When will we meet again When the oaken leaves falling from the trees Are green and spring up again