They [Em]call me The Wild [Am]Rose [Em]...but my [G]name was Elisa [B7]Day
Why they[Em] call me it I do not [G]know [Em]...for my [B7]name was Elisa [Em]Day
From the [Em]first day I saw her I [G]knew she was the one
She [Am]stared in my eyes and [B7]smiled
For her [Em]lips were the colour of the [G]roses
That [Am]grew down the river, all [B7]bloody and wild
When he [Em]knocked on my door and [G]entered the room
My [Am]trembling subsided in [B7]his sure embrace
He would [Em]be my first man, and [G]with a careful hand
He [Am]wiped at the tears that [B7]ran down my face
They [Em]call me The Wild [Am]Rose [Em]...but my [G]name was Elisa [B7]Day
Why they[Em] call me it I do not [G]know [Em]...for my [B7]name was Elisa [Em]Day
On the [Em]second day I brought her a [G]flower
She was more [Am]beautiful than any [B7]woman I'd seen
I [Em]said, "Do you know where the [G]wild roses grow
[Am]So sweet and scarlet and [B7]free?"
On the [Em]second day he came with a [G]single red rose
He said "[Am]Will you give me your loss and your [B7]sorrow"
I [Em]nodded my head, as I [G]lay on the bed
"If I [Am]show you the roses, will you [B7]follow?"
They [Em]call me The Wild [Am]Rose [Em]...but my [G]name was Elisa [B7]Day
Why they[Em] call me it I do not [G]know [Em]...for my [B7]name was Elisa [Em]Day
On the [Em]third day he took me to the [G]river
He [Am]showed me the roses and we [B7]kissed
And the [Em]last thing I heard was a [G]muttered word
As [Am]he knelt above me with a [B7]rock in his fist
On the [Em]last day I took her where the [G]wild roses grow
And [Am]she lay on the bank, the wind [B7]light as a thief
And I [Em]kissed her goodbye, said, "All [G]beauty must die"
And I [Am]lent down and planted a [B7]rose 'tween her teeth
They [Em]call me The Wild [Am]Rose [Em]...but my [G]name was Elisa [B7]Day
Why they[Em] call me it I do not [G]know [Em]...for my [B7]name was Elisa [Em]Day
