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 i knew she was the one
  as 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 stood smiling above me with