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    Cave Nick Where The Wild Roses Grow текст песни

    Where The Wild Roses Grow

    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
    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 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
    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?»
    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 (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
    And I kissed her goodbye, said, «All beauty must die»
    And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

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