13. Stretched on your grave

A very old Irish poem translated to English by Frank O’Connor and set to music by Philip King. It tells of a man who will not leave the grave of his dead lover. We thank Victor Lacken for singing the lead on this song and, more importantly, we want to thank him for his role in bringing The Lasses together by organizing the Wednesday session in Mulligans.

Lyrics:
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 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 unto the darkness
With tears hot and wild
My love for the girl
That I knew as a child

Do you remember the night
O the night when were lost
In the shade of the black thorn
and the touch of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And the moon in the sky
Was our pillar of light

The priest and the friars
They approach me in dread
For I love you still
All your life and your death
And still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
But with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

So I am stretched here on your grave
And I’ll lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I am sure they would 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






***These lyrics are in the public domain***

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