I Am Stretched on Your Grave (Live at Iceland Airwaves Festival 10.14.11) Lyrics

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 untill morning,
I am stretched 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 maidenhead 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 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.