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(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor)
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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
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I Am Stretched on Your Grave
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| Sinead O Connor |
