My Wild Irish Rose
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In a field by a river
My love and I did lie
And on my naked shoulder
She too proud to cry

She said that I must leave her
An icy tear she froze
How could I melt the heart
Of a wild Irish rose

Well a gypsy she has made of me
A servant of the street
And back to bed I've traveled
To taste a love as sweet

Well the heart it knows no reasons
And reason never knows
As I lie with them I'm thinking
Of a wild Irish rose

Well I saw the city of angels
It brought a devil out in me
And Hell's hotel on sunset
Showed a whore no mercy

As the orange sky was screaming
From the roof I let her go
These are the dizzying heights that brought me
My wild Irish rose

Now red is the rose
That she laid on my grave
A life is what she wanted
And a life I surely gave

Like a hundred men before me
They lay lying here in rows




Young men, bloody
As a wild Irish rose

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of U2's song "Wild Irish Rover" tell a story of love, loss, and the destructive nature of a passionate relationship. The singer and his lover find solace in a peaceful field by a river, where they share intimate moments. However, their love is complicated, as the woman is too proud to show her emotions and the singer must leave her. This separation breaks the woman's heart, symbolized by the icy tear that freezes. The singer feels guilty for hurting her, as he tries to melt the heart of a wild Irish rose, referring to the woman's wild and untamed nature.


As the story progresses, the singer reveals that he has been transformed by a gypsy, becoming a servant of the street. He engages in casual relationships, seeking to fill the void left by his lost love. However, he acknowledges that the heart does not follow reason, and he still thinks of his wild Irish rose even in the arms of others.


The narrative shifts to a darker tone as the singer describes his experience in the city of angels, Los Angeles. The city's temptations awaken the devil within him, and he finds himself in Hell's hotel on Sunset, showing no mercy to a prostitute. The orange sky screaming could be a metaphor for the chaos and frenzy of the city, and from the roof, he lets go of this destructive relationship.


The song concludes with the singer's grave, where a red rose is laid, symbolizing the sorrow and regret that lingers after his death. It is suggested that many others, like him, have met their demise, as bloody young men lie in rows. The wild Irish rose becomes a symbol of passion, destruction, and the cycle of broken hearts.


Line by Line Meaning

In a field by a river
In a peaceful and serene location near a flowing river


My love and I did lie
We were lying down together in each other's arms


And on my naked shoulder
Resting her head on my bare shoulder


She too proud to cry
She refused to show her vulnerability by shedding tears


She said that I must leave her
She told me that I had to depart from her


An icy tear she froze
She held back her emotions and cried a tear that turned cold


How could I melt the heart
I questioned how I could win over and soften the feelings


Of a wild Irish rose
Of an untamed and spirited Irish woman


Well a gypsy she has made of me
She transformed me into a wanderer and free spirit


A servant of the street
I became someone who served and roamed the streets


And back to bed I've traveled
I returned to various romantic encounters


To taste a love as sweet
To experience the pleasures of passionate love


Well the heart it knows no reasons
The heart doesn't follow logical explanations


And reason never knows
Rationality cannot comprehend matters of the heart


As I lie with them I'm thinking
While being intimate with others, I contemplate


Of a wild Irish rose
About the wild and spirited Irish woman I left behind


Well I saw the city of angels
I witnessed the vibrant and enticing city


It brought a devil out in me
It awakened and tempted my darker side


And Hell's hotel on sunset
Referring to a sinful place on Sunset Boulevard


Showed a whore no mercy
It treated a prostitute without any kindness or compassion


As the orange sky was screaming
While the sunset sky displayed intense hues of orange


From the roof I let her go
From a high point, I released my attachment to her


These are the dizzying heights that brought me
These are the thrilling experiences that led me to


My wild Irish rose
Remember and long for my untamed Irish love


Now red is the rose
The rose she placed on my grave is now red


That she laid on my grave
She placed the rose on top of my burial site


A life is what she wanted
She desired a fulfilling and meaningful life


And a life I surely gave
I sacrificed myself to provide her with that life


Like a hundred men before me
Similar to many men who came before me


They lay lying here in rows
They rest here, side by side, in organized rows


Young men, bloody
These young men, full of life, now in a state of death


As a wild Irish rose
Just like the untamed and spirited Irish woman




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Itโ€™s instantly recognisable, a Celtic vibe that both the Scots and the Irish share. ๐Ÿ’š ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ’™ ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ Seeing U2 live in Scotland is a mass party but seeing U2 live on their home turf is a different animal altogether! Itโ€™s 2020 and Iโ€™m still a massive fan!

Linda Clark

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Melody Reeves

Awesome song ๐Ÿ€โค๏ธ

Laurence Dunne

Beautiful piece.....should have been a U2 album track

Doris Thistleton

Amazing piece of music feel it in the. sole

Al Laurens

Irish songs
Irish people
Great island
I love the irish people and is existence as people
Im Portuguese
with Proud.
But, I confess:
I Love your people.
And we know like You know what is the sea....

Angelo

Forever Ireland ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช โค

Daniel Spies

fantastic..............the beautiful song..............irish style

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Wanda Fischetti

fantastic north sea...love it.

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