I fell asleep down by a stream
and there I had the srtangest dream
and down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
a briar and a rose

There's a tree in the forest and i don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
and climbing up into the air
a briar and a rose

Well i don't know how long it's been
but i was born in Brennan's Glenn
and near the end of spring there grows
a briar and a rose

I picked a rose one early morn
I pricked my finger on a thorn
they'd grown so close their winding wove
the briar and the rose

I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet in my heart
and all dressed up in springs new clothes
the briar and the rose


And when i'm buried and in my grave
tell me then so i will know
your tears may fall to make love grow
the briar and the rose