Wild Irish Rose. (irish lullaby)
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.
