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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why 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 the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call 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 me with a in his fist
On the day I her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and a between her teeth
Why 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 the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call 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 me with a in his fist
On the day I her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent and a between her teeth
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