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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 were the of the roses down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and a careful hand, he up the that down my face
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
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
On the third day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the last day I her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between 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 were the of the roses down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and a careful hand, he up the that down my face
They me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
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
On the third day he me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the last day I her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
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