I Am Stretched On Your Grave
I am stretched on your graveAnd will lie there foreverWith your hands held in mineI'd be sure we'd not severMy apple tree my brightness'Tis time we were togetherFor I smell of the earthAnd am stained by the weather
When my family thinksThat I'm safe in my bedFrom night until morningI am stretched at your headCalling out to the airWith tears both hot and wildOh I grieve for the girlThat I loved as a child
The priests and the friarsBehold me in dreadBecause I still love youMy love and you're deadI would still be your shelterFrom rain and from stormAnd with you in your cold graveI cannot sleep warm