Wednesday, January 13, 2010

An Irish Poem I've discovered

The singer/songwriter Kate Rusby sang this poem on her album "Hourglass". Apparently, Sinead O'Connor also sang a version of this, among a few others. Personally, Kate's version is the most moving.

I AM STRETCHED ON YOUR GRAVE (17th century Irish poem, anonymous, translated)

I am stretched on your grave and I'll lie there 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 safe 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 O the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn and the chill of the frost
Oh thanks be to Jesus we did what was right
And your maidenhead still is your pillar of light


The priests and the friars, they approach me with dread
For I love you still, 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

And with that:

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