Red Is the Rose - The High Kings

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass

Come over the hills to your darling

You choose the rose love, and I’ll make the vow

And I’ll be your true love forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

Fair is the lily of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairer than any

'Twas down by Killarney’s green woods that we strayed

When the moon and the stars they were shining

The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair

And she swore she’d be my love forever

It’s not for the parting that my sister pains

It’s not for the grief of my mother

'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass

That my heart is breaking forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

Fair is the lily of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairer than any

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairer than any