Where the Wild Roses Grow
Eternal Beauty in Thorns: The Enigmatic Tale of Elisa Day
Lyrics
They call me The Wild Rose
Being referred to as "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Actual name is Elisa Day.
Why they call me it I do not know
Uncertain why the nickname "The Wild Rose" is used.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiterating the real name, Elisa Day.
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
Expressing an early recognition of Elisa as a special person.
She stared in my eyes and smiled
Describing a moment where Elisa smiled, indicating a connection.
For her lips were the colour of the roses
Describing the color of Elisa's lips as resembling wild roses.
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
Connecting Elisa's lips to wild and bloody roses along the river.
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
Narrating the entrance of a male figure into Elisa's life.
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
Feeling comforted and secure in the presence of the male figure.
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
Referring to the male figure as a potential first romantic partner.
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
Describing a moment of emotional support from the male figure.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repeating the nickname, "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reiterating Elisa's actual name.
Why they call me that I do not know
Questioning the reason behind the nickname.
For my name was Elisa Day
Restating Elisa's actual name.
On the second day I brought her a flower
Describing a gesture of gifting a flower to Elisa.
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
Expressing admiration for Elisa's beauty.
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
Inquiring about the knowledge of the location of wild roses.
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
Describing the wild roses as sweet, scarlet, and free.
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Offering a single red rose and seeking acceptance of loss and sorrow.
He said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
Confirming willingness to share vulnerability.
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
Agreeing to show the roses in return for following.
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
Setting a condition for revealing the roses.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repeating the nickname, "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reaffirming Elisa's actual name.
Why they call me that I do not know
Reiterating uncertainty about the nickname.
For my name was Elisa Day
Restating Elisa's actual name.
On the third day he took me to the river
Narrating a journey to the river with the male figure.
He showed me the roses and we kissed
Sharing a moment of intimacy, kissing near the roses.
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
Recalling a mysterious word heard during the encounter.
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
Describing a disturbing event involving a rock and physical harm.
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
Taking Elisa to the wild roses on the last day.
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
Depicting Elisa lying by the river, with a light wind.
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
Bidding farewell to Elisa, acknowledging the transient nature of beauty.
And I lent down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth
Planting a rose as a symbolic gesture in Elisa's mouth.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repeating the nickname, "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reiterating Elisa's actual name.
Why they call me that I do not know
Expressing uncertainty about the reason behind the nickname.
For my name was Elisa Day
Restating Elisa's actual name.
My name was Elisa Day
Final confirmation of Elisa's name.
For my name was Elisa Day
Repeating Elisa's name as a closing statement.
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