• where the wild roses grow

    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


    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

    Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"

    I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed

    He said, "if I show you the roses will you follow?"


    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 stood smiling 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

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