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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 am 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 earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of the girl
That I loved as a child
Do you remember the night
Oh, the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the cold chill of frost
Oh, and thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light
The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Because I love you still
Oh, my love 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 am worn by the weather
A batida é samplada dos Public Enemy, a letra é um poema irlandês do século XVII . Ela dança no final à celta, com o fiddle a comandar os pés. RIP, nothing compares to you.
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