I am stretched on your grave
and I will lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
I am stretched on your grave
and will 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 am worn by the weather
I am stretched on your grave
I will lie here forever
I am stretched on your grave
I will lie here forever
I am stretched on your grave
I will lie here forever
I am stretched on your grave
I am stretched on your grave
Oh, Sinead, on your grave
Oh, Sinead...
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