Unquiet Grave
Eternal Longing: Love Beyond the Grave in Lack of Limits' Melody
Lyrics
The wind doth blow today my love, a few small drops of rain
The speaker notes the windy and rainy weather.
I never had but one true love, in cold clay she is laid
Expressing grief for a deceased loved one, buried in cold clay.
I'll do as much for my true love, as any young man may
The speaker pledges to do anything for their true love.
I'll sit and mourn upon her grave for twelve months and a day
Commitment to mourning by sitting at the grave for twelve months and a day.
The twelve-month and the day being gone a voice came from the deep
A mysterious voice questions the speaker's presence at the grave.
Who is it sits all on my grave and will not let me sleep?
The voice wonders who disturbs the grave and prevents rest.
'Tis I, 'tis I, thine own true love who sits upon your grave
The speaker reveals themselves as the true love sitting on the grave.
I crave a kiss from your sweet lips for that is all I seek
The true love seeks a kiss from the speaker.
When shall we come together again
The speaker questions when they will reunite with their true love.
When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
Seeking to know when they will meet again.
When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
The reunion is linked to the changing seasons, specifically the autumn leaves.
Are green and rise up again
The hope for reunion when the fallen leaves turn green again.
A kiss you crave from my cold lips, but my breath is earthly strong
The speaker warns of the coldness of their lips and earthly breath.
One kiss of my cold clay lips and your time would not be long
If kissed, the speaker's cold clay lips could bring harm.
My time be long, my time be short, tomorrow or today
The uncertainty of life span, indifferent to the timing of death.
May gods or devils have my soul but I'll kiss your lips of clay
The speaker is willing to risk their soul for a kiss on their clay lips.
See down in the garden green where we used to walk
Reflecting on a once lively garden now faded, mirroring the withering of love.
The sweetest flower that ever I saw is withered to a stalk
A metaphor for the decay of the sweetest love.
The stalk has withered dry my love, so will our hearts decay
As the garden withers, so do the hearts of the lovers.
I'll make myself content my love, till death calls me away
The speaker accepts their fate until death finally claims them.
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