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 Elisa Day From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the color of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the second day, I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman Ive seen I said, Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free? On the second day, he came with a single red rose He said, Give me your loss and your sorrow I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed If I show you the roses, will you follow? They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the third day, he took me to the river He showed 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 She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, All beauty must die And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth 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 Elisa Day My name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day
Posted on: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 01:38:26 +0000
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