wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The sweetest flower that grows You may search everywhere But none can compare with my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish
was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day he came with a single red rose
rose He said, "Give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" They call me 'The Wild Rose
rose He said "Give me your loss and your sorrow?" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed If I show you the roses will you follow alone They call me the wild rose
of wild roses in here tonight I see a lot of wild roses in here tonight Oh, yeah, wild roses Oh, I love those wild roses
High on the mountain where the wild flowers grow I fell in love with my wild mountain Rose Rose lived high on the mountain with the bright lights of
his Wild Irish Rose This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes He could have had something much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose the sweetest flower that grows You may search everywhere but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose the dearest
love alive, it keeps you warm at night Coming from the cold, my sister wild rose La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Oh no, no, sister wild rose,
you Wild rebel rose, every time they'd see you In those black turtle necks in mid July Wearin' too much makeup 'round your eyes Hmm, oh, wild, wild, wild
home for all to see To stand with me, where the candles glow With orange blossoms all around the wild, wild rose And you are a rose, maybe a wild rose
's just like a wild rose The storm's coming slow She'll love me and go She's just like a wild rose, oh oh She's just like a wild rose, oh yes
dawn comes stealin' them away The fruit of the wild rose Hangs here with summer gone Voluptuous crimson As the days become colder The fruit of the wild rose
rose Red venom of deepest dye Henry, the traitor, the victor by sin Soiled Richard's blood with a grin The poisoned thorns of the bloody red rose Red
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
more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day he came with a single red rose
you Wild Rebel Rose Every time they?d see you in those black turtle necks in mid-July Wearin? too much makeup ?round your eyes Mmm, oh, Wild, Wild, Wild
