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
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
For my name was Elisa Day
For my name was Elisa Day