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R: GmiHe called me the wild Cmiro- Gmiose But my A#name was Elisa DDay Why he Gmicalled me that I do not Cmikno-Gmiow For my Gminame was FmiElisa GmiDay
From the Gmifirst day I saw her I knew A#she was the one She Cmistared in my eyes and Dsmiled Her Gmilips were the colour of the A#roses That Cmigrow down the river all Dbloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man and with a careful hand He wiped off the tears that run down my face R: On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd 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 lust and your sorrow" I nodded my head as I lay on the bed "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" R: 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 martyr word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank going light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said all beauty must die And I leant down and planted a rose between her teeth R: