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