[bad word]  [Kylie]
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day

[Nick:]
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

[Kylie:]
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

(Kylie: [bad word] 

[Nick:]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I've seen
I said: "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

[Kylie:]
On the second day he came with a single red rose
He 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?"

(Kylie: [bad word] 

[Kylie:]
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

[Nick:]
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind lied as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

(Kylie: [bad word] 

My name was Eliza Day...

For my name was Eliza Day....