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 travelled 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, it brought the devil out in me
And Hell's hotel on Sunset showed a whore no mercy
As the orange sky was screaming, from the roof I let her go
These are the dizzying heights that brought me my Wild Irish Rose

Now red is the rose that she layed on my grave
A life is what 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