The Wind Blew Up, The Wind Blew Down- Netter (KY) 1934 Niles A
[From The Ballad Book of John Jacob Niles; 1961. This could be traditional- or it could be an arrangement from tradition- as always it's hard to tell with Niles who admitted "arranging" ballad (Wilgus).
R. Matteson 2012, 2015]
The Wind Blew Up, The Wind Blew Down- Sung by Corie Netter (Flat Lick, Knox County, KY) 1934 Niles A
The wind blew up the wind blew down
It brought some drops of rain
My own true love is only one
And she in the grave has lain,
And she in the grave has lain.
Ah weep your tear and make a moan
As many a lover may
And sit and grieve upon her grave
For a season and a day
For a season and a day.
And when the season's past and gone
The fair young maid did say;
What man is weeping on my grave
The night and most the day
The night and most the day.
" 'Tis I tis I my fair young love
That can no longer sleep;
For want of a kiss of your darling lips
The day and night I seek
The day and night I seek."
"Cold clay I am my lips cold clay
To kiss them would be wrong;
For if you go against God's law
Your time will not be long
Your time will not be long."
"See there, see there, the sun has set
The day has past for e'er;
You cannot bring it back again
By means foul or fair
By means foul or fair."
"See there, alas, the garden green
Where often we did walk
The fairest flower that e'er was seen
Is withered at the stalk
Is withered at the stalk."
"Our own hearts too will die my love
And like the stalk decay;
So all that you can do my love
Is to wait your dying day
Is to wait your dying day."