They call me The Wild RoseBut my name was Elisa DayWhy they call me it I do not knowFor my name was Elisa DayFrom the first day I saw her I knew she was the oneAs she stared in my eyes and smiledFor her lips were the colour of the rosesThey grew down the river, all bloody and wildWhen he knocked on my door and entered the roomMy trembling subsided in his sure embraceHe would be my first man, and with a careful handHe wiped the tears that ran down my faceCHORUSOn the second day I brought her a flowerShe was more beautiful than any woman I'd seenI said, 'Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?'On the second day he came with a single roseSaid: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'I nodded my head, as I lied on the bedHe said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'CHORUSOn the third day he took me to the riverHe showed me the roses and we kissedAnd the last thing I heard was a muttered wordAs he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fistOn the last day I took her where the wild roses growAnd she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thiefAs I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'And lent down and planted a rose between her teethCHORUS