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.