Just by chance, I found this song while I was looking for materials for my class of the evening. I didn't know it, I had never heard about of the singer either. But it seemed to me a deeply moving, really beautiful song. And it's the story of a lost love. Since we're celebrating All Saints' Day next Monday, I thought this was the right time to play this song about loss. So here you have it. It is called "
I am stretched on your grave," and this version is by Kate Rusby (see picture).
"I Am Stretched on Your Grave" is a translation of an
anonymous 17th-century
Irish poem titled "Táim sínte ar do thuama". It was translated into English several times, most notably by Frank O'Connor. It was put to music by musician Philip King in 1979.
While the translation and tune had both existed prior to its first recording as a whole, and in various versions of melody and lyric (and all or most likely possessing a strong similarity), the popular and current versions are influenced or rely heavily on the adapted version by King.
Since then it has been played on recordings and in performances by many professional, semi-professional, and amateur musicians, students, and hobbyists.
I am stretched on your grave
And I'll 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 I'm worn by the weather.
When my family think
That I'm safely in my bed
Oh, from morn until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of a girl
That I loved as a child.
Do you remember the night
Oh, the night when we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the touch of the frost?
Oh, and thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm.
So I am stretched on your grave
And I'll 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 I'm worn by the weather.
Which one do you like the most?