The Briar and the Rose
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The Briar and the Rose
Voici une modeste interprétation d'une belle et émouvante histoire d'amour :
"The Briar and the Rose".
- Elle prend son origine d'un ancien Conte Irlandais:
Une histoire d'amour entre Mairèad et Sèamus.
Ils sont enterrés l'un à côté de l'autre et deux plantes poussent de leurs tombes (des restes de leurs coeurs, selon une version de l'ancienne ballade):
-une rose rouge de la tombe de Seamus,
-une ronce de la tombe de Mairèad.
Avec le temps, Rose et Ronce se joignent l'une à l'autre et s'entremêlent, pour ne plus jamais être déliées.
The Briar and the Rose
I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree in the forest
But I don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A briar and a rose
Well I don't know how long it has been
But I was born in Brennan's Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A briar and a rose
I Picked the rose one early morn
I pricked my finger on a thorn
They had grown so close
And winding wove the briar around the rose
I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet threw my heart
And all dressed up in springs new clothes
The briar and the rose
And when I'm buried and in my grave
Tell me so I may know
Your tears may fall
To make love grow
The briar and the rose
"The Briar and the Rose".
- Elle prend son origine d'un ancien Conte Irlandais:
Une histoire d'amour entre Mairèad et Sèamus.
Ils sont enterrés l'un à côté de l'autre et deux plantes poussent de leurs tombes (des restes de leurs coeurs, selon une version de l'ancienne ballade):
-une rose rouge de la tombe de Seamus,
-une ronce de la tombe de Mairèad.
Avec le temps, Rose et Ronce se joignent l'une à l'autre et s'entremêlent, pour ne plus jamais être déliées.
The Briar and the Rose
I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree in the forest
But I don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A briar and a rose
Well I don't know how long it has been
But I was born in Brennan's Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A briar and a rose
I Picked the rose one early morn
I pricked my finger on a thorn
They had grown so close
And winding wove the briar around the rose
I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet threw my heart
And all dressed up in springs new clothes
The briar and the rose
And when I'm buried and in my grave
Tell me so I may know
Your tears may fall
To make love grow
The briar and the rose
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