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 Servant 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 The 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