Where the Wild Roses Grow
Where the Wild Roses Grow
Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue; Gregorian The Dark Side
They call me The Wild Rose But my name is Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name is Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the oneAs she stared in my eyes and smiledFor her lips were the colour of the rosesThat grew down the river, all bloody and wildWhen he knocked on my door and entered the roomMy trembling subsided in his sure embraceHe would be my first man, and with a careful handHe wiped at the tears that ran down my face[Chorus]On the second day I brought her a flowerShe was more beautiful than any woman I'd seenI said, "Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?"On the second day he came with a single red roseHe 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?"[Chorus]On the third day he took me to the riverHe showed me the roses and we kissedAnd the last thing I heard was a muttered wordAs he knelt above me with a rock in his fistOn the last day I took her where the wild roses growAnd she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thiefAs I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.
All Beauty must die. Just as all things must pass away, so must all things beautifull will. However, as this song implies, The simply nihilistic way of dying and the enduring love of an innocent nascent transcends from the pits of a brute's twisted imagination.
Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue; Gregorian The Dark Side
They call me The Wild Rose But my name is Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name is Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the oneAs she stared in my eyes and smiledFor her lips were the colour of the rosesThat grew down the river, all bloody and wildWhen he knocked on my door and entered the roomMy trembling subsided in his sure embraceHe would be my first man, and with a careful handHe wiped at the tears that ran down my face[Chorus]On the second day I brought her a flowerShe was more beautiful than any woman I'd seenI said, "Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?"On the second day he came with a single red roseHe 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?"[Chorus]On the third day he took me to the riverHe showed me the roses and we kissedAnd the last thing I heard was a muttered wordAs he knelt above me with a rock in his fistOn the last day I took her where the wild roses growAnd she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thiefAs I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.
All Beauty must die. Just as all things must pass away, so must all things beautifull will. However, as this song implies, The simply nihilistic way of dying and the enduring love of an innocent nascent transcends from the pits of a brute's twisted imagination.
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