I am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever My apple tree, my brightness, It's time we were together For I smell of the Earth And am worn by the weather.
When my family thinks That I'm safely in my bed From mornin' to night I am stretched at your head Calling out to the air With tears both hot and wild For the loss of the girl I loved as a child.
Do you remember the night The night when we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost? Oh, and thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light.
I am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever
The priests and the friars They approach me in dread For I love you still My wife, and you're dead I still will be your shelter Through rain and through storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm
So I'm stretched on your grave And will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever My apple tree, my brightness, It's time we were together For I smell of the earth And am worn by the weather.
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