Where the wild roses grow

He called me the wild r   ose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why he called me that I do not kn   ow

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

Her lips were the colour of the roses,

that grow 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 off the tears that run down my face

He called me the wild r   ose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why he called me that I do not kn   ow

For my name was 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 lust and your sorrow”

I nodded my head as I lay on the bed,

„If I show you the roses, will you follow?“

He called me the wild r   ose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why he called me that I do not kn   ow

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 martyr 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 going light as a thief

And I kissed her goodbye, said all beauty must die

and I leant down and planted a rose between her teeth

He called me the wild r   ose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why he called me that I do not kn   ow

For my name was Elisa Day