where the wild roses grow

where the wild roses grow

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Schizophreny aus der MK:
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They call me The Wild Rose
but my name was Elisa Day.
Why they call me it I do not know,
for my name was Elisa Day.

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
as 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 up 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,
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief.
As I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die",
and I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.

They call me The Wild Rose
but my name was Elisa Day.
Why they call me it I do not know,
for my name was Elisa Day.
My name was Elisa Day.
For my name was Elisa Day.