They call me the wild rose
But my name was a lie as a dame
Why they call me it I do not
know
From the first day I saw her,
I knew she was the one
She stayed in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses
That grew down the river,
all bloody 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 out the tears
that ran down my face
They call me the Wild Rose
But my name was Eliz a Day,
why they call me that I do not know,
for my name was Eliza Day.
On the second day I brought
her a flower,
she was more beautiful than
any wo man I've 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 nod ded my head as I lay on the bed
If I show you the roses, will you follow?
They call me the wild rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
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 martyred 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,
the wind lied as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye,
said all beauty must die
And I leant down and planted a
rose between her teeth
They call me the wild rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me it's I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
My name was Eliza Day
For my name was Eliza Day