The Unquiet Grave

I am stretched on your grave
And you'll find me there always
If I had bounty of your arms
I should never leave you.

Little apple, my beloved
It is time for me to lay with you
There is the cold smell of clay on me
The tan of the sun and the wind.

There is a lock on my heart
Which is filled with love for you
And melancholy beneath it
As black as the sloes.

If anything happens to me
And death overthrows me
I shall become a fairy wind-gust
Down on the meadows before you.

When my family thinks that I'm in my bed
It is on your grave I am stretched
From night till morning
Telling my distress and lamenting bitterly
For my quiet lovely girl who was
Bethrothed to me as a child.

Do you remember the nights
When you and I were under
The blackthorn tree
And the night freezing?

A hundred praises to gods
That we did nothing harmful
And your crown of maidenhood
Is a tree of light before you!

The priests and the monks
Every day were angry with me
For being in love with you
Young girl, when you are dead.

I would be a shelter from the wind for you
And protection from the rain for you
And oh, keen sorrow to my heart
That you are under the earth!