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Re: @I Am Stretched On Your Grave




Ysie writes:
>who can proof this and fill in the blank. It's driving me nuts, and I 
>bet 
>SOMEONE here knows it, musical geniuses that we collectively are.

Here you go hon, the parts I replaced I put between parentheses.

>I am stretched on your grave
>And will lie there forever
>If your hands were in mine
>I'd be sure we'd 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 safe in my bed
>>From night until morning
>I am stretched at your head
>
>Calling out to the air
>With tears hot and wild
>The grief for the girl
>That I loved as a child
>
>Do you remember
>The night we were lost
>In the shade of the blackthorne
(And) the chill of the frost
> 
>(Thanks be) to Jesus
>We did what was right
>And your maidenhead still
>Is your (pillar) of light
>
>The priests and friars
>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 can't sleep warm
>
>So I'm stretched on your grave
>And will lie there forever
>If your hands were in mine
>I'd be sure we'd 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.
>
>
>np: Peter Mulvey - Glencree (duh)

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