I Am Stretched On Your Grave Songtext
von Eithne Ní Uallacháin

I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine id be sure we′d not sever
My apple tree my brightness its time we were together
For i smell of the earth and I'm worn by the weather

When my family thinks that I′m safe in my bed
From the night until morning I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the earth with tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl that I loved as a child


Oh do you remember the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn and the dew of the frost
Oh thanks be to Jesus we did what was right
And your maidenhead still is your pillar of light

The Priest and the Friars have have brought me in dread
Because I still love you my life and you're dead
I still will be your shelter through rain and through storm
And with you and your cold grave I cannot keep warm

So I'm stretched on your grave and would lie there forever
If your hands were in mine I′d be sure we′d not sever
My apple tree my brightness its time we we're together
For I smell of the earth and I′m worn by the weather

Instrumental