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They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
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 Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your 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 but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he me a in his fist
On the last day I 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 down and a rose between her
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
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 Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your 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 but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he me a in his fist
On the last day I 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 down and a rose between her
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