I am stretched on your grave
  And will lie there forever
  With your hands held in mine
  I'd be sure we'd not sever
  My apple tree my brightness
  'Tis time we were together
  For I smell of the earth
  And am stained by the weather
  
  When my family thinks
  That I'm safe in my bed
  From night until morning
  I am stretched at your head
  Calling out to the air
  With tears both hot and wild
  Oh I grieve for the girl
  That I loved as a child
  
  The priests and the friars
  Behold me in dread
  Because I still love you
  My love and you're dead
  I would still be your shelter
  From rain and from storm
  And with you in your cold grave
  I cannot sleep warm