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
On the first day I saw her I knew she was the one, She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the color of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild.
When he knocked on my door and entered the room My treblind subsided in his sure embrace. He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped out the tears that ran down my face.
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
On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful that 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 And said: "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 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
On the third day he took me to the river, He showed e the roses and we kissed. And the last thig 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, She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief, And I kissed her goodbye, said: "All beauty must die", And I l leant down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth.
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 For my name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day