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