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