Stretched Out On Your Grave

18. června 2011 v 20:55 | Leňaca |  Nezařaditelné

Stretched Out On Your Grave

• Sem tady zase dlouho nebyla že? =D, měla sem hromadu práce a pokud to chcete vědět, tak sem byla týden v Anglii a potom sem měla plno práce ve škole.

• Již dlouho furt dokola poslouchám jednu nádhernou keltskou píseň, od Rising Gael. Ta se jmenuje Stretched Out On Your Grave.

• Tahle písnička má ale dvě vydání, jedno staré a jedno nové (od Rising Gael) a to staré má trochu jiná slova v textu, takže sem se rozhodla ten text celý opravit (hlavně proto, že se to chci naučit pořádně na zpívání).

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If my hands clutching yours
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 father think
I'm safely in the bed
from night until morn
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
The loss of the boy
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 kiss 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
For I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
But I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If my hands clutching yours
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.
I am stretched on your grave

 

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