I am stretched on your grave And I’ll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I’d be sure they could 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 safely in my bed From morn until night I am stretched out at your head Calling out to the earth 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 frost And thanks be to Jesus We did all that was right And your maiden head still Is your pillar of light.
The priests and the friars They 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 am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I’d be sure they could 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.