“Where the Wild Roses Grow”

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