• The lark in the tree sings its song
    The rose bush under stands tall
    I’m in love with a man I can’t have
    He does not love me a’ tall

    Rose bush and thorn
    A heart that’s torn
    The lark flies by with song
    I’ll be you’re wife
    For all my life
    Though that may not be long

    Roses red, stained red with blood
    As knives are said to be
    My love, it’s said
    Is dead and gone
    What does that mean for me?

    Rose bush and thorn
    A heart that’s torn
    The lark flies by with song
    I’ll be you’re wife
    For all my life
    Though that may not be long

    Red is the blood
    Red are the roses
    Red is the love
    In loves many poses
    Was he with his true love there?
    When he was stabbed with knife so fair?
    And bloody was her golden hair.
    Bloody was her golden hair.

    Rose bush and thorn
    A heart that’s torn
    The lark flies by with song
    I’ll be you’re wife
    For all my life
    Though that may not be long

    The knife bloody
    Beneath the roses
    I ignore false loves-
    And it’s dang’rous poses
    The priest will come,
    For love not true
    For I will soon be wed to you

    Rose bush and thorn
    A heart that’s torn
    The lark flies by with song
    I’ll be you’re wife
    For all my life
    Though that may not be long