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 up 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
and 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 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
as i kissed her goodbye i
said all beauty must die
and i 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
