Lyrics The Brier and The Rose

I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan’s Glenn there grows
A brier and a rose

There’s a tree in the forest
But I don’t know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A brier and a rose

I don’t know how long ti has been
But I was born in Brennan’s Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
a brier and a rose

Picked the rose one early morn
I pricked my finger on a thorn
I had grown so high
It’s winding wove the brier and the rose

I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet in my heart
And all dressed up in spring’s new clothes
The brier and the rose

And when I’m buried in my grave
Tell me so I may know
Your tears will fall
To make love grow
The brier and the rose

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