Fermanagh Love Song
Lonely the wind and the wild waves that roll
In the glimmering shades around Lough Erne
My heart beats at night for the love of my life
A love I had won and then have lost
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
We would walk hand in hand through midsummer night's dreams
I'm the king of the world with his queen
You smiled in the mist that moment we kissed
I awoke with a sigh to find you gone
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
On my island of dreams the ace will find his queen
The magic of our love will bloom again
In the mists of my mind once again you are mine
But the joker was wild, and you were gone
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
In the glimmering shades around Lough Erne
My heart beats at night for the love of my life
A love I had won and then have lost
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
We would walk hand in hand through midsummer night's dreams
I'm the king of the world with his queen
You smiled in the mist that moment we kissed
I awoke with a sigh to find you gone
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
On my island of dreams the ace will find his queen
The magic of our love will bloom again
In the mists of my mind once again you are mine
But the joker was wild, and you were gone
By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
You're my wild Irish rose; the fairest in all of Fermanagh
The sweetest flower of all,
of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Warfield
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