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