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Date Added 2006-09-26     Times viewed 1070

Cave, Nick & The Bad Seeds - Where The Wild Roses Go


     Am                      Dm   Am
He called me the wild ro -- se
           C                      E
But my name was Elisa Day
            Am                              Dm      Am
Why he called me that I do not kno --- w
            Am          Em7  Am
For my name was Elisa  Day


              Am                         C
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
       Dm                            E
She stared in my eyes and smiled
      Am                                   C
Her lips were the colour of the roses
        Dm                              E
That grow down the river all bloody and wild


              Am                                  C
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
      Dm                            E
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
               Am                         C
He would be my first man and with a careful hand
      Dm                             E                                    E7
He wiped off the tears that run down my face

Chorus

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?"

Chorus

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

Chorus

 
 

 

 

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