Where The Wild Roses Grow

NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - "Where the Wild Roses Grow"

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Par Svensson, t89par@student.tdb.uu.se

He called me the wild ro-ose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why he called me that I do not kno-ow

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

Her lips were the colour of the roses

That grow 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 off the tears that run 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

He said "Give me your lust and your sorrow"

I nodded my head as I lay on the bed

"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 martyr word

As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow

She lay on the bank going light as a thief (?)

And I kissed her goodbye, said all beauty must die

And I leant down and planted a rose between her teeth