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They call me The Wild Rose
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But my name was Elisa Day
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Why they call me it I do not know
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For my name was Elisa Day
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From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
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She stared in my eyes and smiled
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For her lips were the colour of the roses
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That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
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When he knocked on my door and entered the room
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My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
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He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
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He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
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Chorus
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On the second day I brought her a flower
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She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
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I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
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So sweet and scarlet and free?"
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On the second day he came with a single red rose
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Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
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I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
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He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
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On the third day he took me to the river
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He showed me the roses and we kissed
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And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
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As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
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On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
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And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
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And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
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And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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Chorus
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Where The Wild Roses Grow
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Nick Cave |