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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 Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was 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 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 nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the day I 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 they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and a hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was 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 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 nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered as he knelt above me a rock in his fist
On the day I 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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