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
Compositores: David Evans (PRS), Paul David Heaton (PRS)Editor: Polygram International Music P (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #114409 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM