My Wild Irish Rose

My Wild Irish Rose - Luka Bloom

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song

Of a flower that's now drooped and dead

Yet dearer to me yes than all of its mates

Though each holds aloft its proud head

It was given to me by a girl that I know

Since we've met faith

I've known no repose

She is dearer by far than

The world's brightest star

And I call her my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose

The deartest flower that grows

You may search everywhere

But none were can compare

To my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose

The dearest flower that grows

Some day for my sake

She may let me take

The bloom from my wild Irish rose

They may sing of their roses

Which by other names

Would smell just as sweetly they say

But I know that my rose would never consent

To have that sweet name taken away

Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by

The bower where my true love grows

And my one wish has been

That some day I may win

The heart of my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose

The sweetest flower that grows

You may search everywhere

But none can compare

To my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose

The dearest flower that grows

Some day for my sake

She may let me take

The bloom from my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose