Wild Irish Rose

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 lieing here in rows. Young men, bloody, as a Wild Irish Rose.