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 I'm worn by the weather When my family think that I'm safe in my bed From night until morning, I am stretched at your head Calling out to the air with chairs hot and wild My grave 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 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 in dread Because I still love you, my love, and your death But I still would be a shelter to rain and to storm And with you in a 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 I'm worn by the weather *