The Unquiet Grave Lyrics - Rakoth

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!