Red is the Rose
Traditional Arrangement – Kate Gibson Oswald 2004
Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darlin’
You pick the rose love, and I’ll make the vow
And I’ll by your true love forever.
Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
And my love is fairer than any.
‘Twas down by Killarney’s green fields that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he’d be my love forever
It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
And it’s not for the grief of our mother
It’s all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lad
That my heart is breaking forever.