Lyrics:

Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I never had but one true love
And in green 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

And when twelve months and a day did pass
A ghost did rise and speak
Why sittest thou along my grave
And will not let me sleep

How often in yonder green garden
Love, where we used to walk
The finest flower that ere I saw
Is withered to a stalk

The stalk is withered and dead, sweetheart
No more to ever return
And since I lost my own true love
What can I do but yearn?

When will we meet again, sweetheart?
When will we meet again?
When yon and me sit again
I'll green and spring up again