Where

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

they grew down the river

all bloody and wild

The 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 the tears that ran down my face

on the second day

i brought her a flower

she was more beautifulthan any woman i'd seen

i said, 'do you know where the wild roses grow

so sweet and scarlet and free?'

Roses

on the second day

he came with a single rose

said: 'will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'

i nodded my head

as i layed 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 stood smiling above me

with a rock in his fist

Grow

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

Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue

Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue

Where The Wild Roses Grow

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

they 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 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 rose

said: 'will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'

i nodded my head, as i layed 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 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