My [G] breast it [C] is as [D] cold as [G] clay,
My [C] breath is [G] earthly [D] strong;
[G] And if you [D] kiss my [G]cold clay [C] lips,
Your [G] days they [D] won’t be [G] long.
How [G] often [C]on yonder [D] grave, [G] sweetheart.
Where [C] we were [G] want to [D] walk,
[G] The fairest [D] flower that[G] ever I [C] saw
Has [G] withered [D] to a [G] stalk,
[G] When will [C] we meet [D] again, [G] sweetheart?
When [C]will we [G]meet [D] again?
When [G] the autumn [D] leaves that [G]fall from [C] trees
Are [G] green and [D] spring up, [G] again.