Where the Wild Roses Grow

Kamelot. Poetry for the poisoned Chorus: They call me The Wild Rose But my name is Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know So my name is 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 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 fac