The Fruit Of The Wild Rose Lyrics - Marillion

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 stealin' 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 comin' back from the sea 

Dreaming 

Dance for me rose