i am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever with your hand held in mine id be sure wed 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 im 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 priest and the friars behold me in dread because i still love you my love and you re dead i would still would be your shelter from rain and from storm oh but with you in the cold grave i cannot sleep warm