Where the wild roses grow

 

 

 

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Refr. They call me the wild rose but my name was Elisa Day.
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Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day.

 

1. From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one as she stared in my eyes and smiled,
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for her lips were the color of the roses that grew down the river all bloody and wild.
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When he knocked on my door and entered the room, my trembling subsided in his sure embrace,
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he would be the first man and with a careful hand, he wiped at the tears that ran down my face.

 

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2. On the second day I brought her a flower, she was more beautiful than any woman I’d ever 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?”.

 

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3. 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 knelt above me with a rock in his fist.
On the last day I took her to where the wild roses grow and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
and I kissed her good-bye, said: ”All beauty must die” and I lay down and planted a rose ‘tween her teeth.

 

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End. For my name was Elisa Day. For my name was Elisa Day.