Vārdi: Oconnor Sinead. I Am Stretched On Your Grave.

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 until morning I am streteched 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 you 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.