(traditional ballad circa 1400)  The wind doth howl today m'love  And a winter's worth of rain  I never had but one true love  In cold grave she was lain  Oh I adored my sweetest love  As any young man may  So I'll sit and weep upon her grave  For twelve-month and a day  One true love is eternity for two  Three four nevermore  Will I see my love true  The twelve-month and a day foregone  The dead began to speak  "Oh who sits weeping on my grave  And will not let me sleep?"  "'Tis I, m'love, upon thy grave  Who will not let you sleep  For I crave one kiss of your lips  And that is all I seek"  "You crave one kiss of my cold lips  But I am one year gone  If you have one kiss of my lips  Your time will not be long  Let me remind thee, dearest one  A patient heart to keep  For we professed eternal love  That lives though I may sleep"  There down in yonder garden grove  Love, where we once did walk  The finest flower that ever was seen  Has withered to a stalk  The stalk is withered dry, my love  Though our hearts shan't decay  So make yourself content, my love  Till god calls you away"