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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 eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My 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
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my 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 where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not 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 was a word as he me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose 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 eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My 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
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my 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 where the wild roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not 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 was a word as he me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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