I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever
With your hand held in mine I’d be sure we’d not sever

My apple tree, my brightness, ‘tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth and am stained 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 air with tears both hot and wild
Oh I grieve for the girl that I loved as a child

The priest and the friars behold me in dread
Because I still love you, my love and you're dead

I would still would be your shelter from rain and from storm
Oh but with you in the cold grave I cannot sleep warm