I am stretched on your grave

And I'll lie here for ever.

If your hands were in mine,

I'd be sure they would not sever.

My apple tree, my brightness,

It's time we were together,

For I smell of the earth,

And I'm worn by the weather.





When my family think

That I'm safely in my bed.

Oh, from morn' until night,

I am stretched out at your head.

Calling out unto the earth

With tears hot and wild

For the loss of a girl

That I loved as a child.





Do you remember the night

Oh, the night when we were lost

In the shade of the black-thorn

And the touch of the frost?

And thanks be to Jesus

We did all that was right,

And your maidenhead still

Is your pillar of light.





Oh, the priests and the friars

they approach me in dread,

Oh, for I love you still,

Oh, my life and you're dead.

I still will be your shelter

Through rain and through storm,

And with you in your cold grave,

I can not sleep warm.





(Repeat First Verse)