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They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my 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 entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he 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 for my name was 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 scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent down and planted a her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my 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 entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he 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 for my name was 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 scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with a single rose
'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All must die'
And I lent down and planted a her teeth
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