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 a 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

T'was down in Killarney's green woods we strayed
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd love 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