Lyrics I Am Stretched on Your Grave - Sinead O'Connor
I
am
stretched
on
your
grave
And
I′ll
lie
here
forever
If
your
hands
were
in
mine
I'd
be
sure
they
would
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
safely
in
my
bed
From
morn
until
night
I
am
stretched
at
your
head
Calling
out
to
the
earth
With
tears
hot
and
wild
For
the
loss
of
the
girl
That
I
loved
as
a
child
Do
you
remember
the
night
Oh,
the
night
we
were
lost
In
the
shade
of
the
blackthorn
And
the
cold
chill
of
frost
Oh,
and
thanks
be
to
Jesus
We
did
all
that
was
right
And
your
maiden
head
still
Is
your
pillar
of
light
The
priests
and
the
friars
They
approach
me
in
dread
Because
I
love
you
still
Oh,
my
love
and
you're
dead
I
still
will
be
your
shelter
Through
rain
and
through
storm
And
with
you
in
your
cold
grave
I
cannot
sleep
warm
So
I
am
stretched
on
your
grave
And
I′ll
lie
here
forever
If
your
hands
were
in
mine
I′d
be
sure
they
would
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
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