Where the Wild Roses Grow Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds They call me the wild [Em]rose, But my[Am] na[Em]me was Eliza Da[G]y[B] Why they c[Em]all me that I do not k[Am]now[Em], For my n[Em]ame was El[D]iza [Em]Day From the f[Em]irst day I saw her I knew s[G]he was the one She st[Am]ared in my eyes and sm[B]iled Her l[Em]ips were the colour of the ro[G]ses That g[Am]rew down the river, All blo[B]ody and wild When he kn[Em]ocked on my door, And ent[G]ered the room My tre[Am]mbling subsided (azchords.com)