Damned Wild Roses

Damned wild roses written by Alan.s.robinson

The warm wind across a heather crowded moor

the smiling face of heaven beaming down on Shining Tor

and the damned wild roses

the damned wild rose

Sheltering in darkness on a welsh mountain road

Beneath a cloud of starry dreams to delicate to hold

and the damned wild roses

the damned wild roses

Wild roses, wild roses

Wild roses, wild rose

Driving down a twisted ribbon moonlight

In a valley drowned in silence where the lonely past takes fright

and the damned wild roses

the damned wild rose

The river welcoming the solitude of night

Wrapping us in secrecy away from spying prying eyes

and the damned wild roses

the damned wild roses

Wild roses, wild rose

Wild roses, wild rose

A bench beneath a tree upon a church topped cliff

A thrice pledged vow that this is as it is

and the damned wild roses

the damned wild rose

Sweet shops In minster towns of steepling crooked streets

In Winster we were self-contained and never ever dreamt of sleep

But the damned wild roses

the damned wild roses

Wild roses, wild rose

Wild roses, wild rose

Roses, wild roses

Roses, wild roses

Winters white carpet on a steep sided hill

The dream of innocence that cold experience kills

And the damned wild roses

The damned wild rose