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call me The Wild but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was 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 bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
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
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second 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 you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the 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 day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not for my name was 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 bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
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
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more than any I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second 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 you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the 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 day I took her the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind 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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