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