a folk song

I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you 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 by the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

When my family think
That I'm safely in my bed
Oh, from morn until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of a girl
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 touch 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
Oh, for I love you still
Oh, my life, 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

I am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie here forever
If you 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 by the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

myriad of thoughts

Well. I'm back. Just a collection of thoughts really, somewhat disjointed.

Home sweet home, eh? Less than two hours after I return, and back to the same old... things. You know you're leaving home life behind when you fear you're sometimes more mature than your family. The trip was good, but it was only when I got home that I realized maybe (just maybe) the reason I travel is to get away from certain things.

Anyway, it was good. Without being big-headed, I was pretty pleased with myself, because I organised it all myself. Yeah, big deal, I know - I don't want a medal or anything, but I'm still pretty pleased with myself for being able to travel several hundred miles a day, using three different types of transport, getting a roof over my head for the night, a manual job, payment (!) and food and drink. Boring to some people I guess, but it was a challenge.

So I've come back a bit wiser, a bit more independent, quieter (for a while at least) and with a lot less money! In fact money being the only drawback, the wandering life really suits.

I'd better leave off for now. There are heaps of things I was going to talk about, but... hey, you don't want to hear about it, do you? ;)

"As we take out vows / let us remember how / there's nothing good that lasts forever..."

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If I could summon the energy, I would scream "fuck" very loudly, but I don't.

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