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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses down the river, all and wild
he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave 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 the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I down and planted a rose her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses down the river, all and wild
he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave 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 the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I down and planted a rose her teeth
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