In a field by a river
my lover and I did lie.
On my naked shoulder
she's 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
no reason and no laws
As I lie awake and think of
a wild Irish Rose.

[3rd verse - unintelligible due to narrator voice over]

Well I saw the city of angels
it brought the 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.
In the dizzy heights that brought me
my wild Irish rose.

Now, wild is the rose
that she laid on my grave.
A life was all she wanted
and a life I surely gave
Like a hundred men before me
they lay lying here in rows.
Young men, bloody
as a wild Irish rose.