"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 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" (Sinead O'Connor) Inspired by a pic of Victoria Frances