• I Am Stretched on Your Grave by abeny park

    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' till 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 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
    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

    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


    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