The Briar And The Rose
I fell asleep down by the stream,
And there I had the strangest dream;
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows,
A briar and a rose.
There's a tree in the forest,
But I don't know where;
I built a nest out of your hair,
And climbing up into the air,
A briar and a rose.
I don't know how long it has been,
But I was born in Brennan's Glenn;
And near the end of spring there grows,
A briar and a rose.
Picked the rose one early morn,
I pricked my finger on a thorn;
It had grown so high,
Its winding wove the briar around the rose.
I tried to tear them both apart,
I felt a bullet in my heart;
And all dressed up in springs and clothes,
The briar and the rose.
And when I'm buried in my grave,
Tell me so I will know;
Your tears will fall to make love grow,
The briar and the rose.