I lay stretched on your grave and I'll lie there forever, With your arms held in mine, I am sure they would not sever, My apple tree, my brightness, in time we will 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 stretched at your head. Calling out to the earth with tears hot and wild, My grief for the girl that I loved as a child.
The priests and the friars approach me in dread, Because I still love you, I'm alive and you're dead. I still would be your shelter, through rain and through storm While you lay in the cold ground I will not keep warm.
So I'm stretched at your grave and will lie there forever, If your arms held in mine, I am sure they would not sever, My apple tree, my brightness in time we will together, For I smell of the earth and am worn by the weather.