Táim Sínte ar do Thuama

[Modem Butterfly]

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 appletree my brightness It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth And I'm 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
And I weep for the girl That I loved as a child

Do you remember The night we were lost
In the shade of the black wood 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 the friars Approach me with 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 a cold grave I cannot 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 appletree, my brightness It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth And I'm worn by the weather.

[dbt]

1. Thank you, Modem B!

I just time traveled back to 1996 and was playing fiddle while a girl named Paula sang that in a local club. The Guinness was RIGHTEOUS!

:bounce:

[Modem Butterfly]

2. It's a creepy little song

I love it so.