They call me The Wild Rose, but my
name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that, I do not know
for my name was Elisa Day.
From the first day I saw her, I knew
she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour 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 at the tears that ran down
my face.
They call me The Wild Rose, but my
name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that, I do not know
for my name was Elisa Day.
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 loss and
your sorrow?"
I nodded 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 Elisa Day
Why they call me that, I do not know
for my name was Elisa 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
muttered 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 light
as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said
"All beauty must die"
And I knelt down and planted a rose
between her teeth.
The song was inspired by the traditional "The Willow Garden", another song wherein the protagonist murders a beautiful young girl down by a river. It’s strange, but murder ballads are a popular form of song which have existed for as long as people began singing. For centuries, people have performed folk melodies featuring stories of murder and violence, and the murder ballad form became quite popular in the American country genre.
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