They call
me The Wild Rose
But my name
was Elisa Day
Why they
call me it I do not know
For my name
was Elisa Day
From the
first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she
stared in my eyes and smiled
For her
lips were the colour of the roses
They grew
down the river, all bloody and wild
When he
knocked on my door and entered the room
My
trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be
my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped
the tears that ran down my face
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On the second
day I brought her a flower
She was
more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do
you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet
and scarlet and free?'
On the
second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will
you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my
head, as I layed on the bed
He said,
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
CHORUS
On the
third day he took me to the river
He showed
me the roses and we kissed
And the
last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood
smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last
day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay
on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed
her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down
and planted a rose between her teeth