Where the Wild Roses Grow

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 colour 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 I've 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 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