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Where The Wild Roses Grow Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue
They [Gm]call me the wild [Cm]ro-[Gm]se
but my [Bb]name was Elisa [D7]Day.
Why they [Gm]call me it I do not [Cm]kno-[Gm]ow
for my name was El[F]isa [Gm]Day.
>From the [Gm]first day I saw her I k[Bb]new she was the one
as she s[Cm]tared in my eyes and sm[D]iled.
[Gm]Her lips were the color of r[Bb]oses
that g[Cm]rew down the river, all bl[D]oody and wild.
He kn[Gm]ocked on my door and [Bb]entered my room
my tr[Cm]embling subsided in his s[D]ure embrace.
He would [Gm]be my first man, and w[Bb]ith a carefull hand
he w[Cm]iped at the tears that r[D]an down my face.
On the s[Gm]econd day I brought her a fl[Bb]ower
she was more b[Cm]eautiful than any wo[D]man I'd seen.
I s[Gm]aid: Do you know where the w[Bb]ild roses grow
so sw[Cm]eet and scarlet and fr[D]ee?
On the s[Gm]econd day he came with a s[Bb]ingle red rose
said: Will you g[Cm]ive me your loss and your s[D]orrow?
I n[Gm]odded my head as I l[Bb]ay on the bed
If I sh[Cm]ow you the roses will you f[D]ollow?
On the th[Gm]ird day he took me to the r[Bb]iver
he sh[Cm]owed me the roses and we k[D]issed.
And the l[Gm]ast thing I heared was a m[Bb]uttered word
as he stood sm[Cm]iling above me with a r[D]ock in his fist.
On the l[Gm]ast day I took her where the w[Bb]ild roses grow
she l[Cm]ay on the bank, the w[D]ind light as a thief
And I k[Gm]issed her goodbye, I said: All b[Bb]eauty must die
leant d[Cm]own and planted a little rose b[D]etween her teeth.