I Am Stretched On Your Grave
I am stretched on your grave and I’ll lie here 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 safe in my bed
From night until morning I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air with tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl that I loved as a child
Do you remember that night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn and the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus we did what was right
And your maidenhead still is your pillar of light
The priests and the friars approach me with dread
Because I love you, my love and you’re dead
I still would be your shelter through wind and through storm
And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm
So I am stretched on your grave and will lie here 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
OOC This song is from an old Irish poem, "Táim Shínte ar do Thuama".
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