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