the Briar and the rose

I fell asleep down by the stream
And there i had the strangest dream
Down by brennan's glenn there grows
A briar and a rose

There's a tree in the forest
But i don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A briar and a rose

I don't know how long it has been
But i was born in brennan's glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A briar and a rose

I picked the rose one early morn
I pricked my finger on a thorn
They'd grown so close
Their winding wove
The briar around the rose

I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet in my heart
All dressed up in spring's new clothes
The briar and the rose

And when i'm buried in my grave
Tell me so i will know
Your tears will fall
To make love grow
The briar and the rose

And when i'm buried in my grave
Tell me so i will know
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose

Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose
-Tom watts
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Very nice. It reminds me of the old song "Barbara Allen." The last two verses anyway.

They buried him in the old church yard,
And Barbara lain beside him,
And from his heart grew a red, red rose,
And from hers there grew a briar.

They grew and grew upon the wall
Till they could grow no higher,
Until they tied a true lovers knot,
The red rose and the briar.
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