From the album Say Yes To Craic

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- translation by Frank O'Connor of an anonymous 17th century Irish poem titled "Táim sínte ar do thuama"
- music from Hymn #47 in "Danta De: Idir Sean agus Nuad" from Munster
- arranged by Craic in the Stone

Lyrics

I'm 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
oh, from night until morn
I am stretched out at your head
calling out to the air
with tears hot and wild
for the loss of 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
thanks be to Jesus
we did what was right
and your maiden head still
is your pillar of light

oh, the priests and the friars
they approach me in dread
because I still love you
my love 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

so, 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