Red Is The Rose (Folk Version)

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass

Come over the hills, my darling

You choose the road and I'll make the vow

That I'll be your true love forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

And fair is the lily of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the vale

But my love is fairer than any

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods we strayed

When the moon and the stars they were shining

The moon shone its rays on her locks of goldеn hair

And she swore she'd lovе me forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

And fair is the lily of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the vale

But my love is fairer than any

It's not for the parting that my sister pains

It's not for the grief of my mother

It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass

That my heart is breaking

Forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

And fair is the lily of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the vale

But my love was fairer than any