I Am Streched On Your Grave — Sinead O Connor

I am streched on your grave And will 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 am worn by the weather

When my family thinks That I'm save in my bed From night until morning I'm streched on your head Calling out to the air With tears hot and wild My grief for the girl That I loved as a child

Do you remember The night we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost Thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light

The priests and the friars Approach me in dread Because I still love you My love and your dead I still would be your shelter Through rain and through storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm

So I'm streched on your grave and I will 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 on earth and am worn by the weather