Wild Irish Rose
In a field by a river my love and I did lie
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 streets
From bed 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 am thinking of a wild irish rose
We all fall, ran down, slow down [skip] -and all's love was stale
But with all that I found on c street, I thought I'd found my grave
All night and day she is, and I dance under the glows
And all that time of dancing from a wild irish rose
Well I saw the city of angels it brought a devil out of me
In hell's hotel on sunset, showed a whore no mercy
As the orange sky was screaming, from the roof I let her go
Autor(es): Bono
