It’s a chill wind that blows through a churchyard
As cold as the grave, so they say
Well maybe that’s truer than ashes and cinder
For darling I’m colder than clay
And your breath is as warm as the firelight
And your blood is as hot as the sun
Won’t you hold me once more now, my darling
Though my days in the sunlight are done?
Won’t you give me the light from your eyes, love?
Won’t you give me the strength from your hand?
Won’t you give me the blood from your veins, love?
Just a drop or two, that would be grand
For it’s colder than ice in this churchyard
And the winds here will blow me away
But your blood and your breath make a fine suit of skin
For to hide my poor bones from the day
And your blood is as cold as a snowfall
And your breast is as still as a stone
I will hold you once more now, my darling
For you’ve left me a life all my own
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