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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not 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 grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a word as he knelt 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 told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a rose her teeth
Why they call me it I do not 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 grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
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
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a word as he knelt 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 told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and planted a rose her teeth
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