Cold Blows The Wind
Ween Lyrics
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Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
This young man he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my clay
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
Thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk
Pluck the finest flower of them all, twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from a maiden's breast,
That babe ere never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
The song "Cold Blows the Wind" by Ween is a hauntingly beautiful Irish folk song. It tells the story of a woman who has lost her true love and will do anything to be with him, even if it means sitting and weeping by his grave for twelve months and one day. She sings about the cold wind that blows over her lost love's resting place and how she longs for just one kiss from his lips.
As the song progresses, we learn that the young man was murdered in Camville, and the woman's grief is palpable. She begs for his return, and when he does rise from the grave, she begs him for a kiss. But he warns her that his lips are as cold as clay, and if she were to kiss him, her days would not be long.
In the end, the woman longs for death so that she can join her lost love in the afterlife. She asks for a grave to be dug for her, so she can sleep for twelve months and one day, just like her true love. The song is a powerful reminder of the intensity of love, grief, and longing.
Line by Line Meaning
Cold blows the wind over my true love
The wind feels cold now that my true love has passed away.
Cold blows the drops of rain
The rain that falls from the sky is as cold as the feelings in my heart.
I never had but one true love
I have only ever loved one person in my life.
And in Camville he was slain
Unfortunately, my one true love was killed in Camville.
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I will do anything for my true love, just as any young girl would do.
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
I will sit by the grave of my true love and cry for a year and one day.
But when twelve months were come and gone
After a year had passed,
This young man he arose
My true love rose from the dead.
What makes you weep down by my grave
Why are you crying by my grave?
I can't take my repose
I cannot rest in peace.
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all I crave
All I want is one kiss from your pure and innocent lips.
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave
If you give me that one kiss, I will die and return to my grave.
My lips they are as cold as my clay
My lips are as cold as the earth in which I am buried.
My breath is heavy and strong
I can only breathe with great effort.
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
If you were to kiss my pure and innocent lips
Thy days would not be long
You would not live for much longer.
Oh don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk
Do you not remember the beautiful garden where we used to take walks?
Pluck the finest flower of them all, twill wither to a stalk
Even the most beautiful things fade and wither away.
Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep
Please bring me a nun who is being held captive in the dungeon.
And water from a stone
Bring water that seems to be impossible to find.
And white milk from a maiden's breast,
Bring breastmilk from a maiden who has never had a child.
That babe ere never known
A baby has never suckled from her breast.
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may
Please dig a grave that is long, wide, and deep as quickly as possible for me.
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day
I will lie down and sleep in that grave for exactly one year and one day.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MICHAEL MELCHIONDO, AARON FREEMAN
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@slint69
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
This young man he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my clay
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
Thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk
Pluck the finest flower of them all, twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from a maiden's breast,
That babe ere never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
@anewsongpsalm333
Psalms 33:3 “Sing unto him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise.”
Song of Solomon 2:1 “I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.”
Proverbs 24:26 “Every man shall kiss his lips that giveth a right answer.”
Lamentations 4:8 “Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.”
Job 3:3 “Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.”
Revelation 12:5 “And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.”
Psalms 49:4 “I will incline mine ear to a parable: I will open my dark saying upon the harp.”
@leopardsun
Even if it's not as groovy or psychedelic or musically interesting as some of the other songs in The Mollusk, I would still probably consider this to be the best piece on the album objectively speaking
@RhythmGrizz
I was really surprised at this track. Y'know, really quite impressive that Ween could pull off something so sad and somber. They can do anything they goddamn want...
@shawnnamcgee3850
I love this. It is haunting and eerily beautiful.
@hipsterelephant2660
jesus fucking christ how many times are you going to comment
@bingle2484
I love this. It's haunting and eerily beautiful.
@the_lingo891
gluten pee moment
@Ploist
I love this. It is haunting and eerily beautiful.
@GauntLife
This is my new favorite Ween song. I've heard it a hundred times but now I'm really hearing it. Wow.
@squiggly_lines
LSD has that effect dude :)
@taylorrobison696
GauntLife welcome friend, now go. go forth and open the doors. meanwhile say hello to the Beatles. and on your way out give the dead a call.