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call me The Wild 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 the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Rose but my name was Elisa 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 I heard was a word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I down and planted a rose 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 the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Rose but my name was Elisa 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 I heard was a word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I down and planted a rose her teeth
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