Fruit Of The Wild Rose Lyrics
| Song | Fruit Of The Wild Rose |
| Artist | Marillion |
| Album | Christmas 2002 - Santa And His Elvis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Goodnight, my love | |
| I'm so alone and so surrounded | |
| By your sweet memory | |
| I cannot sleep for all these dreams | |
| They come to play | |
| Till dawn comes stealing them away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Hangs here with summer gone | |
| Voluptuous crimson | |
| As the days become colder | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| In a warmer country | |
| Where the sea meets the land | |
| You may walk with your baby in the afternoon | |
| Perhaps some aroma from a street café | |
| Might sadden your eyes carry you away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Sweet and so sour on the tongue | |
| Swollen and crimson | |
| As the light fades and shortens | |
| The thorny wild rose | |
| She gave me a summer but she's gone | |
| As England faces the winter | |
| In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind | |
| Clearer than a photograph | |
| No passing of time ever could fade | |
| You and I, shimmering ghostly | |
| Like a wild garden from another life | |
| Will you throw your arm, turn your body round | |
| Breathe a sudden sigh wherever you lie sleeping | |
| Stir your hips, feel the seed inside so sweet | |
| Dreaming westbound waves | |
| And a man coming back from the sea | |
| Dreaming | |
| Dance for me rose |
| Goodnight, my love | |
| I' m so alone and so surrounded | |
| By your sweet memory | |
| I cannot sleep for all these dreams | |
| They come to play | |
| Till dawn comes stealing them away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Hangs here with summer gone | |
| Voluptuous crimson | |
| As the days become colder | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| In a warmer country | |
| Where the sea meets the land | |
| You may walk with your baby in the afternoon | |
| Perhaps some aroma from a street caf | |
| Might sadden your eyes carry you away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Sweet and so sour on the tongue | |
| Swollen and crimson | |
| As the light fades and shortens | |
| The thorny wild rose | |
| She gave me a summer but she' s gone | |
| As England faces the winter | |
| In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind | |
| Clearer than a photograph | |
| No passing of time ever could fade | |
| You and I, shimmering ghostly | |
| Like a wild garden from another life | |
| Will you throw your arm, turn your body round | |
| Breathe a sudden sigh wherever you lie sleeping | |
| Stir your hips, feel the seed inside so sweet | |
| Dreaming westbound waves | |
| And a man coming back from the sea | |
| Dreaming | |
| Dance for me rose |
| Goodnight, my love | |
| I' m so alone and so surrounded | |
| By your sweet memory | |
| I cannot sleep for all these dreams | |
| They come to play | |
| Till dawn comes stealing them away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Hangs here with summer gone | |
| Voluptuous crimson | |
| As the days become colder | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| In a warmer country | |
| Where the sea meets the land | |
| You may walk with your baby in the afternoon | |
| Perhaps some aroma from a street caf | |
| Might sadden your eyes carry you away | |
| The fruit of the wild rose | |
| Sweet and so sour on the tongue | |
| Swollen and crimson | |
| As the light fades and shortens | |
| The thorny wild rose | |
| She gave me a summer but she' s gone | |
| As England faces the winter | |
| In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind | |
| Clearer than a photograph | |
| No passing of time ever could fade | |
| You and I, shimmering ghostly | |
| Like a wild garden from another life | |
| Will you throw your arm, turn your body round | |
| Breathe a sudden sigh wherever you lie sleeping | |
| Stir your hips, feel the seed inside so sweet | |
| Dreaming westbound waves | |
| And a man coming back from the sea | |
| Dreaming | |
| Dance for me rose |
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