Where The Wild Roses Grow
They call me The Wild Rose
- 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
- She stared in my eyes and smiled
- For her lips were the colour of the roses
- That 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 at the tears that ran down my face
- 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
- 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 red rose
- Said Will you give me your loss and your sorrow
- I nodded my head as I lay on the bed
- If I show you the roses
- Will you follow
- 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
- 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 knelt 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
- And I kissed her goodbye
- Said All beauty must die
- And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
- 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
- For my name was Elisa Day
- For my name was Elisa Day
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