Where the Wild Roses Grow
KYLIE MINOGUE:They call me the Wild RoseBut my name was Eliza DayWhy they call me it I do not knowFor my name was Eliza Day
NICK CAVE:From the first day I saw her I knew she was the oneShe stared in my eyes and smiledFor her lips were the colour of the rosesThat grew down the river, all bloody and wild
KYLIE MINOGUE:When he knocked on my door and entered the roomMy trembling subsided in his sure embraceHe would be my first man, and with a careful handHe wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me the Wild RoseBut my name was Eliza DayWhy they call me it I do not knowFor my name was Eliza Day
NICK CAVE:On the second day I brought her a flowerShe was more beautiful than any woman I'd seenI said, "Do you know where the wild roses growSo sweet and scarlet and free?"
KYLIE MINOGUE:On the second day he came with a single red roseSaid, "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"I nodded my head, as I lay on the bedHe said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow alone?"
They call me the Wild RoseBut my name was Eliza DayWhy they call me it I do not knowFor my name was Eliza Day
KYLIE MINOGUE:On the third day he took me to the riverHe showed me the roses and we kissedAnd the last thing I heard was a muttered wordAs he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
NICK CAVE:On the last day I took her where the wild roses growAnd she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thiefAnd I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
KYLIE MINOGUE:They call me the Wild RoseBut my name was Eliza DayWhy they call me it I do not knowFor my name was Eliza Day