My Wild Irish Rose - Morton Downey

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song

Of a flower that's now droped and dead

Yet dearer to me yes than all of its mates

Though each holds aloft its proud head

Sure it was given to me by a girl that I know

Since we've met faith I have no repose

She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star

And I call her my wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish Rose

The sweetest flower that grows

You may search everywhere

But none can compare with my wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish Rose

The dearest flower that grows

And some day for my sake

She may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish Rose

Are the dearest flower that grows

And some day for my sake

She may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose