I fell asleep down by the stream

and there I had the strangest dream

down by Brennan´s Glen there grows

a briar and a rose



There´s a tree in the forest

but I don´t know where

I build a nest out of your hair

And climbing up into the air

a briar and a rose



I don´t know how long it has been

but I was born in Brennan´s Glen

and near the end of spring there grows

a briar and a rose



I picked the rose one early morn

but I pricked my finger on a thorn

the y´d grown so close their winding wove

the brair and a rose



I tried to tear them both apart

but I felt a bullet in my heart

and all dressed up in spring´s new clothes

the briar and the rose



And when I´m buried in my grave

tell me so I will know

Your tears will fall to make them grow

the briar and the rose