They call me
The Wild Rose
But my name
is Elisa Day
Why they call me it
I do not know
For my name
is Elisa Day
From the first day
I saw her I knew
she was the one
As 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
is Elisa Day
Why they call me it
I do not know
For my name
is 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
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
is Elisa Day
Why they call me it
I do not know
For my name
is 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 stood smiling
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
As I kissed her goodbye
I 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
is Elisa Day
Why they call me it
I do not know
For my name
is Elisa Day
For my name
is Elisa Day
For my name
is Elisa Day