I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave and I'll lie here forever
If your hands were in mine, I am 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 warn by the weather

Oh do you remember the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn and the chill of the frost
Oh, thanks be to Jesus we did all that was right
And your maidenhead still is your pillar of light

The priests and the friars approach me with dread
Because I still love you, I'm alive and you're dead
I still will be your shelter through rain and through storm
But with you in your cold grave, I cannot sleep warm