The Unquiet Grave - Jan Pouska & Roxane Genot

A guitar & cello cover of Gryphon's 1973 version of the traditional English folk song The Unquiet Grave.
You can download / stream this track on:
◄ Spotify - spoti.fi/2Hynzy1
◄ Apple Music - apple.co/2OgjNdk
◄ iTunes - apple.co/2OgjNdk
◄ Google Play - goo.gl/3cQzUC
◄ Deezer - bit.ly/2WfAYyz
◄ Amazon - amzn.to/2umG5Rj
Guitar & vocals: Jan Pouska
Cello: Roxane Genot
Roxane's RUclips channel: / roxanegenotcellist

[@seanervin6336]

these two are amazing together

[@janekalbinsky]

Beautiful! Thank you for posting!

[@JanPouska]

Thanks a lot for your comment.

[@paulmccormick6986]

I love this combination of guitar, vocals, and cello. Beautiful video also. I am looking forward to this being available on iTunes as well as all future releases for you two!

[@RunplaysinHD]

Very beautiful, best version of this classic

[@seanervin6336]

would love to hear this song with roxanes voice as well

[@paulmccormick6986]

It is on iTunes already. Great duo!

[@milahtis7951]

This is so beautiful

[@JanPouska]

Thanks! :-)

[@billcarrow9373]

Great version...

[@JanPouska]

Thank you!

[@gleipnirfenrisulfr2860]

Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've only had but one true love,
And in green-wood she lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young man may,
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave,
For a twelve months and a day.
When twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost begun speak,
"Why sittest here all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"There's one thing that I want sweetheart,
There's one thing that I crave,
And that is a kiss form your lily white lips,
Then I'll go form your grave."
"My lips they are as cold as clay,
My breath smells earthy strong,
And if you kiss my clay cold lips,
You're days they won't be long".
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out a stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never had known."
" 'Twas down in Cupid's garden,
Where you and I would walk,
The finest flower that e'er I saw
Is withered to a stalk."
"The stalk has withered and dry, sweetheart,
The flower will ne'er return,
And since I lost my own true love,
What can I do but mourn."
"When shall we meet again, sweetheart,
When shall we meet again?"
"E'er the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."

[@rafaeldeoliveirapuritta3289]

Awesome music!

[@JanPouska]

Thanks a lot!