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 am worn by the weather
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When my family thinks
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That I'm safely in my bed
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From morn until night
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I am stretched at your head
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Calling out to the earth
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With tears hot and wild
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For the loss of the 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 we were lost
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In the shade of the blackthorn
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And the cold chill of 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 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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They approach me in dread
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Because I love you still
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Oh, my love 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 cannot 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 am worn by the weather
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I Am Stretched On Your Grave
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| Sinead O' Connor |
