I fell asleep

Down by the stream

There I had

the strangest dream:

Down by Brennen's Glen there grows

A Briar and a Rose



A tree in the forest

I don't know where

I built a nest out of your hair



Climbing up

Into the Air:

A Briar and

A Rose



I don't know how long

it has been,

But I was born

in Brennen's Glen.

Near the end of Spring there grows

A Briar and a Rose.



I picked the Rose

One early morn', but

Priced my finger on a thorn.

They'd grown so close

Winding round,

The Briar and the rose



I tried to tear them

both apart

I felt a bullet

in my Heart

All dressed up

in Spring's new clothes:

The Briar and

The Rose.



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.



When I'm buried

in my grave

Tell me so I will know



Your tears will fall

To make them grow

The Briar and the Rose



Your tears will fall

To make them grow

The Briar and

The Rose