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