Текст песни Johnny Hollow - I Am Stretched On Your Grave

17th-century Irish poem
lyrics
I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever
With your hand held in mine I’d be sure we’d not sever

My apple tree, my brightness, ‘tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth and am stained 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 I grieve for the girl that I loved as a child