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 maiden head 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.