I am stretched on your grave   And I'll 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 I'm worn by the weather.      When my family thinks   That I'm safely in my bed   From morn until night   I am stretched at your head   Calling out to the air   With tears both hot and wild   For the loss of a girl   I loved as a child.      Do you remember the night   The night when we were lost   In the shade of the blackthorn   And the chill of the frost?   Oh, and thanks be to Jesus   We did what was right   And your maidenhead still   Is your pillar of light.      I am stretched on your grave   And I'll lie there forever   If your hands were in mine   I'd be sure we'd not sever      Oh, the priests and the friars   They approach me in dread   For I love you still   My wife, and you're dead   I still will be your shelter   Through rain and through storm   And with you in your cold grave   I cannot sleep warm      So I am stretched on your grave   And I'll 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 I'm worn by the weather.      So I am stretched on your grave   And I'll lie there forever   If your hands were in mine   I'd be sure we'd not sever