My wild rose I might have never seen you again Both six years back and when I got so sick, but then I lived When we met Perhaps something was already there A rapid glance, a slower stare, oh what I'd give For you to have me once without my scars Running down my chest like a river in the dark For us to be so guileless and free That each mistake would snap just like a bough on a tree But back then I was so fickle and so torn We were both too young and too forlorn to understand How things go How they wander and they mend And turn up unexpected, cold, and wait to be brought in So I'll put my hand around your love And hope that it's just enough to keep the warmth up And you'll speak just like you breathe As clear and as sweet as the Adriatic Sea My wild rose, my wild rose