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They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my was 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 in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and a rose her
Why they me it I do not know for my was 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 in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and a rose her
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