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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he me to the river
He me the and we kissed
And the last 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
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and planted a rose between her
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know the wild so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he me to the river
He me the and we kissed
And the last 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
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and planted a rose between her
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