I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave

And will lie there forever

With your hands held in mine

I'd be sure, we'd not severMy apple tree, my brightness

'Tis time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am stained by the weatherWhen my family thinks

That I'm safe in my bed

From night until morning

I am stretched at your headCalling out to the air

With tears both hot and wild

Oh, I grieve for the girl

That I loved as a childThe priests and the friars

Behold me in dread

Because I still love you

My love and you're deadI would still be your shelter

From rain and from storm

And with you in your cold grave

I cannot sleep warm