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