sometime after this
Part of him is screaming about proper burial, that Murphy deserves better than to rot in his bed.
Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
He just can't bring himself to voice it. Can't even find the will to scream at their sister about her treating Murph's body as if he were still alive.
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
Truth is, he wishes he could believe it as well.
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
But he knows better.
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
He felt his twin die.
I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
("No more... jumpin' off fire escapes.... Ya promise... me....")
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
He'd promised.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
He just wasn't sure if he wanted to keep it.
For I smell of the earth
And I'm worn by the weather.
[greytext taken from 'I Am Stretched On Your Grave' as performed by Kate Rusby]
Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
He just can't bring himself to voice it. Can't even find the will to scream at their sister about her treating Murph's body as if he were still alive.
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you're dead
Truth is, he wishes he could believe it as well.
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
But he knows better.
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
He felt his twin die.
I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
("No more... jumpin' off fire escapes.... Ya promise... me....")
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure they would not sever
He'd promised.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
He just wasn't sure if he wanted to keep it.
For I smell of the earth
And I'm worn by the weather.
[greytext taken from 'I Am Stretched On Your Grave' as performed by Kate Rusby]