Where the Wild Roses Grow
Whispers of Blooms: Unraveling the Enigmatic Tale of Elisa Day
Lyrics
They call me The Wild Rose
They refer to the speaker as The Wild Rose.
But my name was Elisa Day
The speaker's actual name is Elisa Day.
Why they call me it I do not know
The reason behind the nickname "The Wild Rose" is unknown to the speaker.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
The speaker knew from the first encounter that the woman described was the one.
She stared in my eyes and smiled
The woman smiled at the speaker, capturing their attention.
For her lips were the colour of the roses
The woman's lips resembled the color of roses growing along a bloody and wild river.
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
Description of the roses by the river as both bloody and wild.
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
A man enters the speaker's life, and their embrace brings comfort.
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
The speaker's anxiety lessens in the man's embrace.
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
The man becomes the speaker's first lover, comforting them.
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
The man wipes away the tears shed by the speaker.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repetition of the nickname "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
Why they call me that I do not know
The mystery behind the nickname persists for the speaker.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
On the second day I brought her a flower
The speaker gifts the woman a flower on the second day.
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
The woman is exceptionally beautiful to the speaker.
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
The speaker inquires about the wild roses, describing them as sweet, scarlet, and free.
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
The man brings a red rose and asks for the speaker's loss and sorrow.
On the second day he came with a single red rose
The man presents a single red rose on the second day.
He said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
The man seeks the speaker's pain and sorrow in exchange for the rose.
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
The speaker agrees, nodding, while lying on the bed.
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
The man proposes showing the roses and asks if the speaker will follow.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repetition of the nickname "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
Why they call me that I do not know
The speaker remains uncertain about the nickname.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
On the third day he took me to the river
The man takes the speaker to the river on the third day.
He showed me the roses and we kissed
The man shows the roses to the speaker, and they share a kiss.
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
The speaker hears a muttered word as the man kneels with a rock in his fist.
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
The speaker's narration ends ominously with the man above, holding a rock.
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
The speaker takes the woman to where the wild roses grow on the last day.
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
The woman lies on the bank, and the wind is described as light as a thief.
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
The speaker says goodbye, emphasizing the transient nature of beauty.
And I lent down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth
The speaker plants a rose between the woman's teeth as a symbolic gesture.
They call me The Wild Rose
Repetition of the nickname "The Wild Rose."
But my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
Why they call me that I do not know
Continued uncertainty about the origin of the nickname.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day.
My name was Elisa Day
Final acknowledgment of the speaker's true identity, emphasizing the tragic end.
For my name was Elisa Day
Reiteration of the speaker's real name, Elisa Day, concluding the narrative.
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