I am stretched on your grave

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hands held in mine
I'll be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree, my brightness
It is time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild
Oh, my grief for the girl
That I loved as a child

The priests and the friars
Behold me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you're dead
And will still be your shelter
From rain and from storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hands held in mine
I'll be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree, my brightness
It is time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather



Credits
Writer(s): Philip King, Frank O'connor
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