##title:Elisa Day (Where the Wild Roses Grow)
##author:Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
##_version:(k7)
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R: They [Gm]call me The Wild [Cm]Ros[Gm]e
But my n[Bb]ame was Elisa [D]Day
Why they c[Gm]all me it I do not k[Cm]now[Gm]
For my name was [F]Elisa [Gm]Day

From the [Gm]first day I saw her I knew [Bb]she was the one
As she [Cm]stared in my eyes and s[D]miled
For her [Gm]lips were the color of the [Bb]roses
They [Cm]grew down the river, all b[D]loody 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 the tears that ran down my face

R.

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 rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"

R.

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 smiling 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, I said, "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

R.