I wish my love was a red, red rose growing in yon garden fair And I to be the gardener, of her I would take care There's not a month throughout the year, that my love I'd renew I'd garnish her with flowers fine, sweet William, Thyme and Rue I wish I was a butterfly, I'd light on my love's breast And if I was a blue cuckoo, I'd sing my love to rest And if I was a nightingale, I'd sing the daylight clear I'd sit and sing for you, Molly, for once I loved you dear I wish I was in Dublin town and seated on the grass In my right hand, a jug of punch, and on my knee, a lass I'd call for liquor freely and I'd pay before I'd go I'd roll my Molly in my arms, let the wind blow high or low

On paper, we go together I know that we look the part But almost never hangs on forever I know I'm breaking your heart So go on, say what you want to I'm not gonna stop you You can blame it all on me, hmm I'm not the hero in the story I'm not the girl that gets the glory 'Cause you're looking for true love And I'm not the one But I wish, but I wish I was Hmm, I wish, oh I wish I was, hmm Wish I could feel about you The way you feel about me But you can't make a heart say something That it don't believe So go on, hate me if you have to I hate myself too 'Cause as much as I want to be I'm not the hero in the story I'm not the girl that gets the glory 'Cause you're looking for true love And I'm not the one But I wish, but I wish I was Hmm, I wish, oh I wish I was Go on, hate me if you have to I still care about you Hmm, as much as I want to be I'm not the hero in the story I'm not the girl that gets the glory 'Cause you're looking for true love And I'm not the one But I wish, but I wish I was Oh, 'cause you're looking for true love And I'm not the one But I wish, but I wish I was Hmm, I wish, oh, I wish I was Ooh-ooh, hmm Oh-oh

Lonely soldier walking on a late pass Trying to find some comfort in the city night Then he saw her sitting in the corner Saw her eyes were smiling at him through the candle light. And she looked just like the girl that had walked through his dream She truly had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen And there he was in jungle green. In the morning found that they were moving Far away to carry on the cruel war No one to tell her that he fought and fell there Thinking of the blue eyes he was really fighting for. And she looked just like the girl that had walked through his dream She truly had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen And there he was in jungle green. Lonely soldier walking on a late pass Trying to find some comfort in the city night Then he saw her sitting in a corner Saw her eyes were smiling at him through the candle light. And she looked just like the girl that had walked through his dream She truly had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen And there he was in jungle green.

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.

Right now I feel like a forgotten soldier, I've been eight hours on the road. Doesn't anybody see me standing here, In my soldier's coat? And rain ain't kindly to a weary man And passing cars look snug and warm. There ain't no comforts for a forgotten soldier Standing in the storm. Hey! I think I'll read your crumpled letter one more time To reassure me that our love has stood the test. Hey, the words you wrote are poetry to me that is, And I cherish them and hold them to my breast. Deep down I know that I'm no forgotten soldier, Though you're a million stars away Soon friendly headlights will be shining down And slowing down for me. And there will be a place to close my eyes And almost feel the kiss From lips that tell me I'm no forgotten soldier Somewhere in the mist. Hey! I think I'll read your crumpled letter One more time To reassure me that our love has stood the test. Hey, the words you wrote are poetry to me that is, And I cherish them and hold them to my breast. So when I feel like a forgotten soldier And when the night is extra long, That crumpled letter is my inspiration, The words just push me on. They wash my blues away with memories That we will soon renew And then I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you. And then I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you. No, I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you.