I Am Stretched On Your Grave [1994 Toward The Within]
I am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever With your hands held in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever My apple tree my brightness 'Tis time we were together For I smell of the earth And am stained 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 both hot and wild Oh I grieve for the girl That I loved as a child
The priests and the friars Behold me in dread Because I still love you My love and you're dead I would still be your shelter From rain and from storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm