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I am stretched on your grave |
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And will lie there forever |
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If your hands were in mine |
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I'd be sure we'd 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 am worn by the weather |
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When my family thinks |
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That I'm safe in my bed |
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From night until morning |
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I am stretched at your head |
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Calling out to the air |
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With tears hot and wild |
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My grief for the girl |
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That I loved as a child |
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Do you remember |
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The night we were lost |
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In the shade of the blackthorn |
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And the chill of the frost |
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Thanks be to Jesus |
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We did what was right |
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And your maiden head still |
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Is your pillar of light |
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The priests and the friars |
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Approach me in dread |
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Because I still love you |
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My love and you're dead |
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I still would 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 cannot sleep warm |
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So I'm stretched on your grave |
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And will lie there forever |
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If you hands were in mine |
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I'd be sure we'd 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 am worn by the weather. |
