i fell asleep down by the stream and there I had the strangest dream and down by Brennan's Glenn there grows a briar and a rose there's a tree in the forest but I don't know where i built a nest out of your hair and climbing up into the air a briar and a rose i don't know how long it has been but I was born in Brennan's Glenn and near the end of spring there grows a briar and a rose picked the rose one early morn i pricked my finger on a thorn it had grown so high it's winding wove the briar around the rose i tried to tear them both apart i felt a bullet in my heart and all dressed up in springs and clothes the briar and the rose and when I'm buried in my grave tell me so I will know your tears will fall to make love grow the briar and the rose
i fell asleep down...