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THE UNQUIET GRAVE (Trad, 15th Cen., Collected 1868) Joan Baez, The Dubliners, Ween My breast it is as cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong; And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won’t be long. How often on yonder grave, sweetheart. Where we were want to walk, The fairest flower that ever I saw Has withered to a stalk, When will we meet again, sweetheart? When will we meet again? When the autumn leaves that fall from trees Are green and spring up, again. (Contributed by =Ae= - June 2015)

    


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