Should I start by saying that we all lived in fear, from day to week to month to year? Or should I start by saying that our food ran sort, not a ham or a loaf, a cake or a tort? No, I should start by telling of the beasts that lived with in the courts of our castle, in who′s walls lived our kin. They fed off our crops, eat all our live stock, but had far to many teeth for any of us to stop.
Now hold on, let me tell this complete. For there was more to this story then the beasts at our feet. For the world round our castle was a desert immense, and its rumored that its dragons lived in present tense. Now the time would come when we′d have to run to the nearest oasis, cross the dunes under sun. But which way to go no map did show, so I feared our people had no way to know.
Now you must forgive me if this sounds a bit vain, but you see, only I thought of Cellophane. Some thought there much too fragile, you must be insane, to think that you could lead the people on your wings of cellophane.
So I started our permanent pilgrimage beyond the walls so dense. I stumbled hapless and hopeless and helpless into the desert immense I had to fulfill my promise so I took to the sky, guiding our way on cellophane wings you could see only I.
I could see the distant forest but the people coward in fear They could hear our ancient captives in the desert drawing near. They all began to quiver and doubt if my theory was true. I′ll be the first to admit our hour of fear I quivered too.
Now the sun bleed dark crimson as the lightening seared the sand. The Hour of all our destinies was drawing at hand.
Upshot a self defeating word, slashed my wings like a knife. In the moment before I fell flashed the folly of my life. If only I saw our salvation, our blind journey was in vain. But maybe we could have each escaped on wings of cellophane.
Still I push this boulder up this rocky hill If I lose my footing this rock will kill Perpetual dusk has me dimly lit So I can′t see the top or know how far it is
Now life is a constant and death is a beast Every time it′s been fed it′s presence′s increased I feel it′s wings and it′s eyes bore my neck This pressure has turned me into a wreck
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
It′s a cold and a hollow and lonely life I′ve seen anguish and anger, fear and strife Now the darkness comes and it takes my pride But I′ve learnt to face the darkness in my stride
And I′ve felt it′s teeth pierce through my neck and back I′ve felt my skin rip and I′ve heard my bones crack And if I have strength left we′ll soon see For the shadow of life has eaten me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Well now comfort and security leave stride by stride If I could see some way out I′d throw away my pride But I can′t go back and my death lies ahead And the end of this life fills me with dread
Still I push this boulder up this rocky hill If I lose my footing this rock will kill Perpetual dusk has me dimly lit So I can′t see the top or know how far it is
One hundred years ago isn′t long Would you be blamed for another′s wrong Generations claiming retribution While your poets & your prophets are yelling "execution"
Who′s building the walls now? Who′s building the walls now? I never held you down I never put you down I never held you down Let′s be brothers
Ten billion people all unique You′ve only got one thing in common The color of your cheeks You put down your brothers who found a way to fit in It′s survival of the fittest But you say they′ve betrayed their own kin
Who′s building the walls now? Who′s building the walls now? I never held you down I never put you down I never held you down Let′s be brothers
I′ll never say you have no right But the only cure today is not to fight Hate will not stop hate, I know I′m right But when you trust a man today whose skin is white
Who′s putting the chains on now? Who′s putting the chains on now? I never held you down I never put you down I never held you down Let′s be brothers
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
Further away from me & longer you stay I see that our love′s not growing stronger everyday
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
No longer do I wish I′ll feel the end of life For it′s been now many years since I first caused you strife
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
How much better would your life be if you had not found me So it seems my presence only brings you apathy
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
When I do what I will That kind of love seems to kill All the faith, all the trust What′s my chance that a glance, unhappy circumstance Oh my God, what a rush Only you indicate, only you implicate any form of distrust Can′t you see it should be me Your apathy in a way only causes distrust
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
Further away from me & longer you stay I see that my hold′s not growing stronger everyday
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
And I need you And I grieve you, darlin′ And I bleed you But I still see what I will be And I need you
I am stretched on your grave And I′ll 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 I′m worn by the weather.
When my family thinks That I′m safely in my bed From mornin′ to night I am stretched at your head Calling out to the air With tears both hot and wild For the loss of a girl I loved as a child.
Do you remember the night The night when we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost? Oh, and thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light.
I am stretched on your grave And I′ll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I′d be sure we′d not sever
Oh, the priests and the friars They approach me in dread For I love you still My wife, 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 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 I′m worn by the weather.
So I am stretched on your grave And I′ll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I′d be sure we′d not sever
Deep, dark forest kingdom Under banyan covered skies Lived a king with untold riches; Jewels, gold, and two fair wives. Both had hair as black as midnight, Coal-black eyes that sparkled bright, Terracotta skin as smooth as bronze And tender movements like a sprite.
Every night he indulged his fantasies Enjoyed his wives and went to sleep As he slept his wives kept secrets Holding hands under the sheets.
Each dark day in this ancient palace The Emperor sat on his thrown of gold, While his young wives explored bright gardens. Eye met eyes and hands did hold.
One hot day in the dead of summer, The emperor′s wife saw a look of love on her Lovers face - toward their husband. Fires burned jealous, she lost her love. On hot night in the dead of summer, The Emperor′s wife stole′d a magi′s blade and crept into her lovers chamber and as they slept her lovers slay′d.
Deep, dark forest kingdom Under banyan covered skies Lived a king with untold riches; Jewels, gold, and two fair wives. Both had hair as black as midnight, Coal-black eyes that sparkled bright, Terracotta skin as smooth as bronze And tender movements like a sprite.
I take a steam train to work Just like the one my father took And I pass over the walls I see the people as I look
I see there′s the block For folks with purple skin There′s the block for folks who have no chin There′s the block for me & all my kin And over there′s the change cage where we throw the rebels in
I work the change cage Here on our side of the wall And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall
I work the change cage Here on our side of the wall And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall
Walls of iron bolted with steel Two miles high that should hide how we feel And in the city we′ve walled off each block This should work to segregate any racial melting pot
Long ago we learned of the trouble When a man steps out of his life′s plastic bubble So we walled off the city, caged thoughts that were free And now our lives are safe from any change that Could have come between you & me
I work the change cage Here on our side of the wall And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall
I work the change cage Here on our side of the wall And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall
They say an artist from block 616 Revived some old art just for his own kicks They say his pictures were lude They say his women were nude So we throw them inside
Well now that artist can run, he can hide But sooner or later we′ll throw him inside I don′t think the people should see Well that′s not art to me So we′ll throw them inside
I work the change cage Here on our side of the wall And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall
Herr Drosselmeyer′s Doll There she is on the stage Spinning as she sprawls Thank God the curtains fall Her spring is sprung And dances done Spinning as she sprawls Thank God the curtains fall
In the morning, he twists the key quite hard And ticking, she′s brought to boil " Relevée, my swee, on point, en garde!" Her innards twang as they uncoil
Herr Doktor′s fingertips trace by On craquelature from every fall The daylight made to race right by With paint and paste and stitch and awl
"Patent, patient, bumblebee, Soon your audience admire A shapely arabesque or three I′ll wind you up, you′ll never tire."/em>
Starry tutu, sullen moon A frozen carmine mouth Twinkles as she jerks and swoons The lady is ushered out
"Gentlemen, this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter o art and science. A modern marvel of engineering, clockworks elevated to the ery natural process hich even now is in your blood, racing, your eyes flashing at such irreproachable beauty. Here is Gaia, here is Eve, here is Lilith, and I tand beore you as her father. Sprung fully-formed from my brow, dewy and sweet; she can be yours and yours again, for her flesh is the incorruptible pale o be excused from the wages of sin." (winds her up)
And as the sack cloth, sodden, slumps Beneath these chipped and china limbs The sour flesh pines, grunts and thumps " Step right up, boys, tuppence for a spin!"
Dead silence falls a cascading shower of indifference Isolation calls no self-acceptance, no means for honest reverence Into the void self-annihilation, futilistic egotism Until now I′ve toyed with what seems inevitable destructionism
Is this the end of my life?
Stabbed in the back, ice cold steel between my lower vertebrae Not the first attack, I′m an isolated captive with the ones who would betray Too late for pleas, my companions are filled with animosity Knocked to my knees death will bring an end to this uncertainty
Bring a line of the people Bring down, scoop ′em up. Take the life from the people, Go down, and move up.
This is were I reveal myself, Were I show that I′m not fine. Can′t follow the cattle people, Not one of the Kine.
This is were I reveal myself, Were I show that I′m not fine. Can′t follow the cattle people, Not one of the Kine.
This is were I redeam myself, Were I show that I′m not blind. Can′t follow your party′s people, Not one of your kind.
Still I pray, that I′ll escape one day.
No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal. No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal.
Here′s your cube Here′s your stall, Here′s your phone, On the wall.
I see the world with my eyes open I see the world through lidless eyes I see a world that is sick with self-loathing Nothing in the nothing to mystify
Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil′s softly singing through the thick of the fight
I see the world in sinking depression I see the world in a stinking digression No chance for heaven we′re already in hell And the devil′s taking over at the ring of his bell
Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil′s softly singing through the thick of the fight
I see the world with my eyes open I see the world through lidless eyes I see a world that is sick with self-loathing Nothing in the nothing to mystify
Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil′s softly singing through the thick of the fight
I see the world in sinking depression I see the world in a stinking digression No chance for heaven we′re already in hell And the devil′s taking over at the ring of his bell
Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil′s softly singing through the thick of the fight
I, I′ve suffered long enough in this ghost town I saw the walls, called their bluff and tore them down
When I think of all the time I′ve wasted All the bitter pills I′ve tasted I have to hang my head and frown I, I′ve suffered long enough in this ghost town
Soon came a day under skies that were gray When I knew I couldn′t stay in this ghost town full of Clones and clowns and carbon copy towns, with Kine and swine and nothing that was mine, And this town′s decline with my hatred intertwined, So I gather all I find and I bolted it to me, Fueled my fires and I grabbed my pliers, and I′m lit!
I made my own machine Yes, we′re building steam I hate the same routine.
I made my own machine Yes, we′re building steam I hate the same routine.
I, I never looked back--I want to never return If I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn
But I keep this horse at a run Keep my hand to my gun My path the vampires have learned. So I, I can never look back; I can never return.
Soon came a day under skies that were gray When I knew I couldn′t stay in this ghost town full of Clones and clowns and carbon copy towns, with Kine and swine and nothing that was mine, And this town′s decline with my hatred intertwined, So I gather all I find and I bolted it to me, Fueled my fires and I grabbed my pliers, and I′m lit!
I made my own machine Yes, we′re building steam I hate the same routine
My arm′s aching, back′s breaking, legs aching neck And this whole ruddy ship is a huge creaking wreck. We′ve flown ten thousand miles with this thorn in our sides, though the wind′s steady strong with no clouds in the skies.
The ropes creaking, ship′s leaking, sails are on fire, and this whole bloody ship could go up like a pyre. We′ve got smiles on our faces, but we′ve seen this before No telling just now what we have in store.
The back-stabbing, loot-nabbing plans behind doors Running low on the rum and they′re bleeding our stores Can′t tell who′s on our side and who′s ready to flip When we hit the next port the whole crew could jump ship.
With the moods flaring, crew′s glaring, cutthroats the lot With a paranoid captain always smelling a plot We′ve worked hard on this journey but there′s no end is sight, And before it′s all ended there could be a fight.
My arm′s aching, back′s breaking, legs aching neck And this whole ruddy ship is a huge creaking wreck. We′ve flown ten thousand miles with this thorn in our sides, though the wind′s steady strong with no clouds in the skies.
The ropes creaking, ship′s leaking, sails are on fire, and this whole bloody ship could go up like a pyre. We′ve got smiles on our faces, but we′ve seen this before No telling just now what we have in store.
It was 1906, but we screwed the timeline up. It wasn′t just for kicks but I′m afraid that the gig is up. I jumped through time, at the count of jump (Yeah, kinda like a pun) Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up, Now there′s nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Tried makin′ a buck but we can barely stay aloft. Tried to swing a deal but we pissed the wrong guys off. Clock-Work guitar and a flintlock bass, We blasted the past all over the place, And there′s nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Just when I thought we had won, we were back to the start again. With no wind in our sails and the doldrums settin′ in. Now I′m covered in grease from my head to toes, Slappin′ the iron, but the engine′s froze, And there′s nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
It was 1906, but we screwed the timeline up. It wasn′t just for kicks but I′m afraid that the gig is up. I jumped through time, at the count of jump Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up, Now there′s nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
It feeds on the souls of the living. It gets inside their minds. It transforms their brains and their longings, No consciousness it will find.
It feeds on their fears and emotions, As it has for 2000 years. It′s infected the Hindus, infected the Buddhists, And kept them all in tears.
If you′re dead, it will keep you alive. And if you′re alive, it keeps you nearly dead. It forces the body to seek uninfected, And gets inside their heads.
Once your brain is infected, It changes what makes you pleased. It forces your body to seek uninfected, And add them to the diseased.
In this way it creeps slowly All across the lands. But the wise and the strong can still join forces, Defending our last stand
If you′re dead, it will keep you alive. And if you′re alive, it keeps you nearly dead. It forces the body to seek the uninfected, And gets inside their heads.
I wish I could breath, I wish I could stand. I wish I had a chance here holding your hand. Wish I could speak, I wish could talk I wish I could breath
Since the first day, I was alive, I feared we would meet here in the misty outside I wanted to run, I wanted to hide I wish I could breath
OoOOooo oooOOoo (repeat) I fear I can′t over come this place I know your face, your hands I wish I could breath.
I feel a chill deep in my bones, Nothing can heal, the way my blood moans. Nothing can quench, My bitter thirst I wish I could breathe.
I grasp at my heart, That burns in my chest, It′s your precious art, That makes my soul stressed. I run short of blood, light headed I swoon. I wish I could breathe.
She has always watched over me She takes good care of me She is such an integral part of me That I forgot who I was And I forgot she was there For me
We have traveled this world for years We have consoled each other′s fears We dried each other′s tears Yet always in doubt, and never in doubt Of we
With a fever, with a passion Within anger or with compassion In a rage, when distrustful When she′s screaming or when she′s lustful With the fever, with a passion When in anger or in compassion In a rage, when distrustful When she′s screaming and when she′s lustful
With the fever, with a passion When in anger or in compassion In a rage, when distrustful When she′s screaming and when she′s lustful
She has always watched over me She takes good care of me She is such an integral part of me That I forgot who I was And I forgot she was there For me
We have traveled this world for years We have consoled each other′s fears We dried each other′s tears Yet always in doubt, and never in doubt Of we
With a fever, with a passion Within anger or with compassion In a rage, when distrustful When she′s screaming or when she′s lustful With the fever, with a passion When in anger or in compassion In a rage, when distrustful When she′s screaming and when she′s lustful
Our ancient nightmares, the ghostly legends, And fiendish tales, all the myths are true. Scientists have unearthed enormous skeletons They think we′ve disproved that all the myths are true.
"Year after year, science finds explanations, scientific reasons behind all the legends. They think this proves history was not as myth has shown it, but in fact it proves that all the myths were true."
The ruined remains of an ancient city Deep underwater, all the myths are true Scientists have unearthed enormous skeletons They think we′ve disproved that all the myths are true.
Deep in the forest, half-crazed witch doctors with their herbal magics. All of it is true. They′ve found traces of neurotoxins in the zombie′s bloodstream. All the myths are true.
Ancient nightmares, archaic legends, Enigmatic dreams. All of it is true.
Testtubes and Tesla coils, clockwork brain and glowing oils, copper, brass, explosive jelly He may compete, but he′s too dally. invented the radio transmitting, too. played poker with faraday, tesla and poe. harvest the daylight to power airships, and they are still intoxined from posting his drips.
(2x) Entropy′s fading his life away before the world could ever see dissipating, evaporating
They have him sealed behind locked doors, amending here from fighting cold wars. Invented steam sails and taught them to fight and they stopped things to go bump in the night, all his acomplishments hidden for life, his genius′s top secret even from his wife, an aged wrinkled genius his memory fading, his fate, his creations, the government evading
(2x) Entropy′s fading his life away before the world could ever see dissipating, evaporating
Testtubes and Tesla coils, clockwork brain and glowing oils, copper, brass, explosive jelly He may compete, but he′s too dally. invented the radio transmitting, too. played poker with faraday, tesla and poe. harvest the daylight to power airships, and they are still intoxined from posting his drips.
(3x) Entropy′s fading his life away before the world could ever see dissipating, evaporating
A heroine, a deity on heroin, or vanity To jack their personality, beyond normal humanity. A crowd of massed humanity bow and worship diligently. He′s built a loyal following and they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews, no need for valid righteousness. One slightly truthful word set free, will turn the tides quite easily. Our accusations need not be what would bury mortal man. The sins of our own deity are tiny, but on these we stand.
So once upon the podium, a crucifix we then erect, And nail our hero heartily, hands and feet, we bind his neck. The reasons for our worship fades, our Idol drenched in his own blood, Forgotten are the virtues that we, valued beyond royalty.
Such joy we dig his shallow grave, anticipating pains to come. We watch the wriggling dance of death, and laugh light hearted at deaths fun. We pounded out the joyous light. Our saviors buried now for years. A legend now of time gone by, A martyr of forgotten tears.
Darkness, the streets of London he searched for souls Alone he′d never achieve his lofty goals Peasants and beggars he found to aid his plans Train them & give them the strength to share his lands
Welcome to the park. Step inside my home. It′s crowded & it′s dark, yet here I stand alone
An island lost & alone he forged for them Away from the city where they did fend Beauty he gave to the place: green trees, white sand The souls in creation had held no hand
Welcome to the park. Step inside my home. It′s crowded & it′s dark, yet here I stand alone
Naked he stood as the people did wage their war This island was the treasure that they fought for Love & honor was fought with no valor The dead were lying slain at every door
Welcome to the park. Step inside my home. It′s crowded & it′s dark, yet here I stand alone An island of my own, like old Prospero built For my life I atone & I′m armed to the hilt
Darkness, the streets of London he searched for souls Alone he′d never achieve his lofty goals Peasants and beggars he found to aid his plans Train them & give them the strength to share his lands
Welcome to the park. Step inside my home. It′s crowded & it′s dark, yet here I stand alone An island of my own, like old Prospero built For my life I atone & I′m armed to the hilt Welcome to the PARK!
Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broken in Nights cold, slipping through the cracks breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster. Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot like, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
Nameless, but I no the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebels lair with Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises. Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind or life left him. Some times I can find a gun on a pistol or a knife to use.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.
Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar won′t buy my justice. Pearless clothed less then a war torn child should sleep or focus. Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street, once I sat on a steeple now laying in the church yards playground.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.
Our fires high and the airbags tight Food′s low but the skies are bright Props spinning all through the night We′re low on cash but seen another target
Goggles down and the cannons up My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup I give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl around We′re way above ground but we′re closed in on our target
Flying Jib is filled with air East India ships filled with despair We even up, her broadsides bare Our cannons flair but it’s just a show of muscle
Steady on, she doesn’t need to burn She tries to flee and she tries to turn Grappling fire, we latch her hull She’s starting to roll, but we’ve got her on a leash
With a crew of drunken pilots We’re the only airship pirates We’re full of hot air and we’re starting to rise We’re the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves now
Expendable crew starts to reel her in Our swords are sharpened and we′re ready to sin I’m three miles up, we′re about to swing aboard My tether′s made of leather so I’m not about to fall here
A swish of air and my boots hit deck No cash, no fuel, no not a speck Our grape shots made this bird a wreck And a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans
With a crew of drunken pilots We’re the only airship pirates We’re full of hot air and we’re starting to rise We’re the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves (repeats)
Gentle? I think that you′re mistaken Delicate? I went through that phase Tender? Want me to say I love you? Love? I heard it′s all the rage
I run my tongue down white marbled flesh In my hand leather, of harness on breast Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks I′ve bitten at this chest for weeks and weeks and for weeks and for weeks…
Gentle? I think you′re mistaken Delicate? I went through that phase Tender? Want me to say I love you? Love? I′ve heard it′s all the rage
I scratch my fingernails under your mane Endlessly mingling the tingling with pain I scramble for traction, I′m grabbing your back Is it love that we′re making, or some sick attack?
Your skin is all glistening, from your head to your toes, My legs are all shaky, and my growling grows My vision is dimming, I′m gasping for air, You′re biting the pillow, and biting your hair… (panting)
Gentle? I think that you′re mistaken Delicate? I went through that phase Tender? Want me to say I love you? Love? I′ve heard it′s all the rage
I run my tongue down white marbled flesh In my hand leather, of harness on breast Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks I′ve bitten at this breast for weeks and for weeks and for weeks and for weeks... For weeks and for weeks and for weeks...
All these roots run deep, And this tree is old, This trunk is rotten All these leaves have mold
Is it in our blood? Or is it from abuse? Past generations, Legacy of misuse?
I know my blood runs hot, And I′ve seen my blood is thick I′m told my bloods not sweet, And I cry, "My soul is sick"
We′re the children of children And we′re handing down their pain The root of all evil Is the sanity left to gain?
We were the victims, we were the culprits We were the children who cry at night We are the hunted, and we do the hurting We are the children who cry at night
The fathers father father May have made this truth Or was it in HIS blood This legacy of abuse
We′re the children of children And we′re handing down there pain The root of all evil Is the sanity left to gain?
We were the victims, we were the culprits We were the children who cry at night We are the hunted, and we do the hurting We are the children who cry at night
All these roots run deep, And this tree is old, This trunk is rotten All these leaves have mold
Is it in our blood? Or is it from abuse? Past generations Legacy of misuse?
We were the victims, we were the culprits We were the children who cry at night We are the hunted, and we do the hurting We are the children who cry at night
We were the victims, we were the culprits We were the children who cry at night We are the hunted, and we do the hurting We are the children who cry at night
I am stretched on your grave And I′ll 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 I′m worn by the weather.
When my family thinks That I′m safely in my bed From morn until night I am stretched at your head Calling out to the air With tears both hot and wild For the loss of a girl I loved as a child.
Do you remember the night The night when we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost? Oh, and thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light.
I am stretched on your grave And I′ll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I′d be sure we′d not sever
Oh, the priests and the friars They approach me in dread For I love you still My wife, 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 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 I′m worn by the weather.
So I am stretched on your grave And I′ll lie there forever If your hands were in mine I′d be sure we′d not sever