Where the Wild Roses Grow
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
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses
They 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 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 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 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