Red Rosy Bush

Traditional

The Home of Bob Dylan, Hibbing MN - september 1960  

I wish i was a red rosey bush
By the banks of the sea
And every time my true love pass
She'd take a rose from me.

I wish i had a little white box
I put her in 
And i'd take her out and kiss her then
I'd put her back again.

I wish i was in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine
For if my true love belongs to another
I know she'd never be mine.

I wish i was a red rosey bush
By the banks of the sea
And every time my true love pass
She'd pick a rose from me.