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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why 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
he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the 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 show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my 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 word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why 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
he came on my and the room
My trembling subsided in his embrace
He be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild grow so and scarlet and free?'
On the 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 show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my 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 word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I her where the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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