| I am stretched on your grave
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| And I’ll lie here forever
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| If your hands were in mine
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| I’d be sure they would not sever
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| My apple tree, my brightness
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| It’s time we were together
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| For I smell of the earth
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| And I’m worn by the weather
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| When my family think
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| That I am safely in my bed
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| Oh from morn' until night
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| I am stretched at your head
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| Calling out unto the earth
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| With tears hot and wild
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| For the loss of a girl
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| That I loved as a child
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| Do you remember the night
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| Oh, the night when we were lost
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| In the shade of the black-thorn
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| And the touch of the frost?
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| Oh and thanks be to Jesus
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| We did all that was right
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| And your maidenhead still
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| Is your pillar of light
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| Oh the priests and the friars
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| They approach me in dread
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| Oh for love of you still
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| Oh, my life, and you’re dead
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| I still will be your shelter
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| Through rain and through storm
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| And with you in your cold grave
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| I can not sleep warm
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| So I am stretched on your grave
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| And I’ll lie here forever
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| If your hands were in mine
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| I’d be sure they would not sever
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| My apple tree, my brightness
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| It’s time we were together
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| For I smell of the earth
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| And I’m worn by the weather |