I am stretched on your grave And I'll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure they could 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 out 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
The night that we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of frost 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 still love you 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 will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure they could 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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Stretched On Your Grave
I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure they could 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 out 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
The night that we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of frost
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 still love you
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 will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure they could 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
Anonymous
17th century Irish poem
e ba holesterol, kupi sebi skejt tamo i pridruzi se bandi - vidjeces kako se ciste vene:)))
He he :)))
Lako je tebi, ti znas skejtat. Ja moram, jadan, trchat' :)))
Aha znam, zato skejtam jedan dan pa onda shepam tri sedmice:)))
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