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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
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped 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 for my name was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so and scarlet 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 you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a word as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a 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 and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped 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 for my name was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so and scarlet 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 you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the thing I heard was a word as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the day I took her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a between her teeth
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