They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa 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
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
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
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 (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa 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
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
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
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 (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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Buenas a todos.
Dragomira, ya te había dicho que yo recordaba que el vídeo estaba bien y por lo visto recordaba bien jejeejj
Bueno una cosita:
ANUNCIO:
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Un bikiño
"Sé de buena tinta que en la estación de las lluvias, los árboles cuadruplican la cantidad de clorofila de las hojas...de esa forma, el arbol se purifica desde dentro debido a la gran cantidad de agua absorbida con sus laaaaargas raices, verdaderas arteria conductoras de alimento que....."
Siento no tener toda la disponibilidad que a mí me gustaría, pero es que de 11 a 8 estoy un poco ocupado ...
a mí lo que me mola es la kylie minogue de los '80s
http://youtube.com/watch?v=kplY2thBeAQ
i should be so lucky lucky lucky lucky in loveeeee...
La kylie sale un poco envejecida, ¿no? y eso que aún no había cumplido los 30. Sin embargo, otras abuelas...mejor callarse.
"Ya se hacer links"
-Neo, tomas falsas de 'Matrix'.
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