Goodnight my love |
| I'm so alone |
| And so surrounded |
| By your sweet memory |
| I cannot sleep |
| For all these dreams |
| They come to play |
| Till dawn comes stealin' them away.. |
The fruit of the wild rose |
| Hangs here with summer gone |
| Voluptuous crimson |
| As the days become colder |
| The fruit of the wild rose |
In a warmer country |
| Where the sea meets the land |
| You may walk with your baby |
| In the afternoon |
| Perhaps some aroma |
| From a street café |
| Might sadden your eyes |
| Carry you away |
The fruit of the wild rose |
| Sweet and so sour on the tongue |
| Swollen and crimson |
| As the light fades and shortens |
| The thorny wild rose |
| She gave me a summer but she's gone |
| As England faces the winter |
In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind |
| Clearer than a photograph |
| No passing of time |
| Ever could fade |
| You and I |
| Shimmering ghostly |
| Like a wild garden from another life |
Will you throw your arm |
| Turn your body round |
| Breathe a sudden sigh |
| Wherever you lie sleeping |
| Stir your hips |
| Feel the seed inside so sweet |
| Dreaming westbound waves |
| And a man comin' back from the sea... |
Dreaming |
| Dance for me rose |