The Unquiet Grave Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

G C D C G D G

 The GWind doth Cblow toDday my Glove,

 A Cfew small Gdrops the Drain.

GNever have I Dhad but Gone true Clove,

 In Gcold clay Dshe is Glain.

 I'll Gdo as Cmuch for Dmy true Glove,

 As Cany young Gman Dmay.

 I'll Gsit and Dmourn all Gon her Cgrave,

 A Gtwelve month Dand a Gday.

 The Gtwelve month Cand a Dday been Ggone,

 A Cvoice spoke Gfrom the Ddeep.

 "Who Gis it Dsits all Gon my Cgrave.

 And Gwill not Dlet me Gsleep?"

 Tis GI Tis CI thine Down true Glove,

 Who Csits uGpon your Dgrave,

 For I Gcrave one Dkiss from Gyour sweet Clips,

 And Gthat is Dall I Gseek.

 "You Gcrave one Ckiss from my Dclay cold Glips,

 But Cmy breath is Gearthy Dstrong.

GHad you one Dkiss from my clay Gcold Clips,

 You're Gtime would Dnot be Glong"

 My Gtime be Clong, my Dtime be Gshort,

 ToCmorrow Gor toDday,

GMay God in Dheaven have Gall my Csoul

 But I'll Gkiss your Dlips of Gclay.

 See Gdown in Cyonder Dgarden Ggreen.

CLove where we Gused to Dwalk.

 The Gsweetest Dflower that Gever Cgrew.

 Is Gwithered Dto the Gstalk.

 The Gstalk is Cwithered Ddry my Glove

CSo will our Ghearts deDcay.

 So Gmake yourDself conGtent, my Clove,

 'Till Gdeath calls Dyou aGway."