I am stretched on your grave
And I’ll lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure they could 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 morn until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out to the earth
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
Do you remember the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of frost
And thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light.
The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you’re dead
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm.
So I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure they could 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.
