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I Am Stretched On Your Grave

from Growing Pains (Bonus) by Siobhan Donnelly

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"I Am Stretched on Your Grave" is a translation of an anonymous 17th-century Irish poem titled "Táim sínte ar do thuama".Translated into English several times, it was put to music by musician Philip King in 1979

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I am stretched on your grave
And will lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we 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 night until morn
I am stretched at your head
Calling out into the air
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of the girl
That I loved as a child

Do you remember that night
That night when 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 maiden head still
Is your pillar of light

The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I love you still
My love and you’re 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 am stretched on your grave
And lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we 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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from Growing Pains (Bonus), released March 2, 2016

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Siobhan Donnelly Huddersfield, UK

Folk singer and songwriter

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