Wild Irish Rose by U2
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 servant of the street
And back to bed I've traveled
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
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