LT 18 I Am Stretched On Your Grave 

I am stretched 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 I'm worn by the weather 

When my family thinks that I'm safe in my bed 
From night until morning I am stretched at your head 
Calling out to the earth 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 
Oh 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 with dread 
Because I still love you, my life 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

Performer(s) Viridis Alitea Solari