|
Goodnight my love |
|
I'm so alone |
|
And so surrounded |
|
By your sweet memory |
|
I cannot sleep |
|
For all these dreams |
|
They come to play |
|
Till dawn comes stealin' them away.. |
|
The fruit of the wild rose |
|
Hangs here with summer gone |
|
Voluptuous crimson |
|
As the days become colder |
|
The fruit of the wild rose |
|
In a warmer country |
|
Where the sea meets the land |
|
You may walk with your baby |
|
In the afternoon |
|
Perhaps some aroma |
|
From a street caf?Might sadden your eyes |
|
Carry you away |
|
The fruit of the wild rose |
|
Sweet and so sour on the tongue |
|
Swollen and crimson |
|
As the light fades and shortens |
|
The thorny wild rose |
|
She gave me a summer but she's gone |
|
As england faces the winter |
|
In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind |
|
Clearer than a photograph |
|
No passing of time |
|
Ever could fade |
|
You and i |
|
Shimmering ghostly |
|
Like a wild garden from another life |
|
Will you throw your arm |
|
Turn your body round |
|
Breathe a sudden sigh |
|
Wherever you lie sleeping |
|
Stir your hips |
|
Feel the seed inside so sweet |
|
Dreaming westbound waves |
|
And a man comin' back from the sea... |
|
Dreaming |
|
Dance for me rose |
