| | | Bm | E5 | Bm | | | He | called me the wild | r | ose - |
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| | | D | F# | | | But my | name was Elisa | Day |
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| | | Bm | E5 | Bm | | | Why he | called me that I do not | kn | ow - |
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| | | Bm | A5 | Bm | | | For my | name was | Elisa | Day |
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| Bm | D | | From the | first day I saw her I knew | she was the one, |
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| Em | F# | | she | stared in my eyes and | smiled |
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| Bm | D | | Her | lips were the colour of the | roses, |
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| Em | F# | | that | grow down the river all | bloody and wild |
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| Bm | D | | When he | knocked on my door and | entered the room, |
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| Em | F# | | my | trembling subsided in | his sure embrace |
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| Bm | D | | He would | be my first man and | with a careful hand, |
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| Em | F# | F#7 | | he | wiped off the tears that | run down my face | |
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He called me the wild ... |
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| Bm | D | | On the | second day I brought her a | flower, |
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| Em | F# | | she | was more beautiful than any | woman I'd seen |
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| Bm | D | | I said | "Do you know where the | wild roses grow, |
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| Em | F# | | so | sweet and scarlet and f | ree?" |
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| Bm | D | | On the | second day he came with a | single red rose, |
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| Em | F# | | he said | "Give me your lust and your | sorrow" |
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| Bm | D | | I | nodded my head as I | lay on the bed, |
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| Em | F# | F#7 | | „If I | show you the roses, will you | follow?“ | |
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He called me the wild ... |
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| Bm | D | | On the | third day he took me to the | river, |
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| Em | F# | | he | showed me the roses and we | kissed |
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| Bm | D | | And the | last thing I heard was a | martyr word, |
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| Em | F# | | as he | knelt above me with a | rock in his fist |
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| Bm | D | | On the | last day I took her where the | wild roses grow, |
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| Em | F# | | she | lay on the bank going | light as a thief |
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| Bm | D | | And I | kissed her goodbye, said all | beauty must die |
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| Em | F# | F#7 | | and I | leant down and planted a | rose between her teeth | |
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He called me the wild ... |
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