Wild Rose - Will Stratton

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