Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Red Rose and the Briar, artist - John Wesley Harding. Album song Here Comes The Groom, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.11.2005
Record label: Warner, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
The Red Rose and the Briar |
Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town |
I was almost dying of thirst |
We parked the car in some old schoolyard |
The windscreen caked in dirt |
There was no water in the engine left |
No tread upon the tyres |
The electrics were broke cos you went mad |
You ripped out all the wires |
Across the road, a small cafe |
In this state of disrepair |
You went for papers and a shave |
So I saved you a chair |
I knew it wasn’t the journey’s end |
And that your dream was incomplete |
But I just could not stand anymore |
I was dead upon my feet |
I was dead upon my feet |
There’s nothing there in the market square |
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier |
I was dead upon my feet |
I sing the red rose and the briar |
I sing the red rose and the briar |
The waitress told me her life story |
She’d always meant to up and go |
She wiped a cup on her red pinafore |
As we waited for you to show |
And I told her just a little of you |
But left the picture incomplete |
You still weren’t there to paint it in person |
So I skipped out on the street |
I skipped out on the street |
The newsagent grinned, he said yes you’d been in |
You bought a local paper and some shades |
The washroom attendant said that you’d freshened up |
That you’d left but you hadn’t paid |
And I couldn’t figure out where you were |
So I went back just to look near the car |
There was nothing there where it should have been |
Just oil on dirt and tar |
Just oil on dirt and tar |
There’s nothing there in the market square |
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier |
And there was nothing there where it should have been |
I sing the red rose and the briar |
I sing the red rose and the briar |
I saw it parked way down the street |
In a garage off on the right |
And a man said 'get your hands off son' |
I just traded that wreck for a motorbike |
There was nothing left of mine inside |
Not even the broken radio |
And I couldn’t figure out where that left me |
So I went back to look for Rose |
The Cafe Rouge was a lunchtime rush |
Of regulars yelling for food |
The service in there left a lot to be desired |
And all the regulars were getting rude |
I saw an apron thrown over a chair |
A note said 'hey John we’re gone, we’re gone' |
And I just smiled cos I loved you both |
So I put the apron on |
I put the apron on |
There’s nothing there in the market square |
But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier |
And I just put the apron on |
I sing the red rose and the briar |
I sing the red rose and the briar |