I AM STRETCHED ON YOUR GRAVE (EARTHAPELLA)
(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor)
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So, 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
     
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transcribed by Stefan Lundell
send corrections to; bobbink@chello.nl
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