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They 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
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 grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He 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 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 beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the will you follow?'
me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I her 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 lent down and planted a her
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 grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He 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 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 beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the will you follow?'
me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I her 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 lent down and planted a her
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