Where The Wild Roses Grow Paroles

For her lips were the color of the roses
They 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
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?"
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 stood 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 Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
For my name was Elisa Day
For my name was Elisa Day