The Unquiet Grave - Abel Korzeniowski 歌词

The Unquiet Grave - Abel Korzeniowski (阿贝尔·科热尼奥夫斯基)

Written by:Abel Korzeniowski

My breast is cold as clay

My breath is earthy strong

And if you kiss my cold clay lips

Your days they won't be long

How oft on yonder grave sweetheart

Where we were won't to walk

The fairest flower that e'er 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 the trees

Are green and spring up again