If you listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
T'was given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

Refrain:

My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
Runaway Lyrics
Transcribed by peter shevlin Say it's true, there's nothing like me and you, I'm not alone, tell me you feel it too,