CHORUS They called me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they called 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's 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 lay on the bed. 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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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. 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.