They call me The Wild Rose
But my name is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is 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
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 is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is 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
He 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 is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is 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
As I kissed her goodbye, I
said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted
a rose between her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day
For my name is Elisa Day
For my name is Elisa Day
