O'connor Sinead - I Am Stretched On Your Grave

 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 safe in my bed
 from night until morning
 I am streteched 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
 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 maiden head still
 is your pillar of light

 the priests and the friars
 approach me in dread
 because I still love you
 my love and you`re dead
 I still would 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 you 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.