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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was 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 smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and 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 Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name 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 rock 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I 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 eyes and [ . . . ]
For her were the of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears that my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was 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 smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and 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 Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name 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 rock 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I down and planted a between her teeth
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