É muito legal quando uma pessoa faz uma surpresa para a gente sem a intenção de fazê-la!
Tá lá no Flabby, where the wild roses grow.
Mammy Meg postou sem saber o quanto essa música é importante para mim.
E, devolvendo a gentileza, posto aqui a letra
Where the wild roses grow
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 one
As 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
CHORUS
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
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?"
CHORUS
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
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 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
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
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
como eu e amado marido não somos um casal assim nos conformes de cor de rosa e estrelinhas, esta música marcou o início do nosso encantamento mútuo. murder ballads rodava em repeat eternamente, e eu agradeço por mamãe não saber inglês senão ia ficar muito assustada.
mas a gente também tem wonderwall, que é fofa. não somos assim tão morticia e gomez ;) as you may think.
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