Sinead O’ Connor - I’m stretched on your grave - live

October 29, 1990, in Brussels - Unforgettable Sinead O’Connor! Her shaved his hair just to show that it is much more than a pretty face, has a soul, talent (sooo talented) and own opinion. A 17th century poem . A beat that bands ranging from Public Enemy to Sinead used. Here she shows a little of their true beauty and does just the dance, Celtic origin of this incredible music. Follow the letter below. Inesquecível Sinead O’Connor! Raspa o cabelo só pra mostrar que é muito mais que um rosto bonito, tem alma, talento (muuuito talento) e opinião própria. Aqui ela mostra um pouquinho de sua verdadeira beleza e executa com perfeição a dança, de origem celta desta música incrível. Acompanhe a letra abaixo. I am streched on your grave And will lie there forever If your hands were in mine I’d be sure we’d 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 save in my bed From night until morning I’m streched on your head Calling out to the air With tears hot and wild My grief for the girl That I loved as a child Do you remember The night we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost Thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maidenhead still Is your pillar of light The priests and the friars Approach me in dread Because I still love you My love and your dead I still would be your shelter Through rain and through storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm So I’m streched on your grave and I will lie there forever if your hands were in mine I’d be sure we’d not sever My apple tree my brightness It’s time we were together For I smell on earth and am worn by the weather