Jag kan inte hjälpa det, men jag tycker att denna låten är rikitg bra! Så där lite konstig och... mystisk. :)

They call me The Wild Rose
 But my name was Eliza Day 
Why they call me it I do not know 
For my name was Eliza Day  




From the first day I saw her
 I knew she was the one 
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  
They call me The Wild Rose 
But my name was Eliza Day 
Why they call me that I do not know 
For my name was Eliza Day  
On the second day I brought her a flower 
She was more beautiful than any woman I've 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: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?" 
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
 "If I show you the roses will you follow?"  
They call me The Wild Rose
 But my name was Eliza Day
 Why they call me that I do not know 
For my name was Eliza Day  
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 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, the wind lied as a thief 
And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die" 
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth  
They call me The Wild Rose 
But my name was Eliza Day
 Why they call me it I do not know 
For my name was Eliza Day  

My name was Eliza Day
For my name was Eliza Day