I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie here forever
With your hand 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
I am safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head

Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I lost as a child

The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you're dead

I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot keep warm

I am stretched at your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hand 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