In a field by a river My love and I did lie And on my naked shoulder She too proud to cry She said that I must leave her An icy tear she froze How could I melt the heart Of a wild irish rose
Well a gypsy she has made of me A servent of the street And back to bed I've travelled To taste a love as sweet Well the heart it knows no reasons And reason never knows As I lie with them I'm thinking Of a wild irish rose
Well I saw the city of angels It brought a devil out in me And hell's hotel on sunset Showed a whore no mercy As the orange sky was screaming From the roof I let her go These are the dizzying heights that brought me My wild irish rose
Now red is the rose That she layed on my grave A life is what she wanted And a life I surely gave Like a hundred men before me They lay lying here in rows Young men, bloody As a wild irish rose
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