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.


Words and Music copyright U2