the briar 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 briar 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 briar and a rose

i don't know how long it has been

but i was born in brennan's glenn

and near the end of spring there grows

a briar and a rose

p icked the rose one early morn

i pricked my finger on a thorn

it had grown so high

it's winding wove the briar around the rose

i tried to tear them both apart

i felt a bullet in my heart

and all dressed up in springs and clothes

the briar and the rose

and when i'm buried in my grave

tell me so i will know

your tears will fall

to make love grow

the briar and the rose