Rosemary

Rosemary a bit shy when she sings
Prettiest girl around
She is that girl, everyone wants to win over
Everyone from town to town

Hey hey baby, won't you come home with me
Hey hey sweetie I will show you what you yet can't see

Rosemary with that nice golden ring
Oh everyone would love it so
Look at her man, look at the shape of his chin
Charming sure, but nothing more

But when she talks and when she laughs she does it with hope
You can see her walks, she walks like someone who really needs to go

So Rosemary says enough with those strings
She wants to see where the world is blue
Yeah Rosemary sells her nice golden ring
Golden as the cage she knew

And off she walks looking at where she now can see the sky
And off she walks not knowing where she is gonna die

Rosemary always loved those warm springs
The colours seem so different now
The sound of my voice is fuller she thinks
Richer and stronger I don't really know how

But we can see her we surely can't understand
She starts living she starts being herself

Meets a man he seems so dangerous and grim
Like the ones who steel all your gold
I got no gold and I got no more rings she says
You know I got it all sold

Ah my fair lady it's a fine world here you will see
The worst thing I have seen by far, it is me

So Rosemary on her horses on wings
Flying over woods and those plains
She never dreamed of knights and kings
So now she doesn't feel ashamed

And people will be people and flowers won't be afraid
Looking for the seagulls and dreaming of their serenades

Yes Rosemary never has seen the sea
The ships have all docked in vain
Rosemary yes she knows she'll be free
Once she has set sail

Oh here we still whisper oh here we still judge her pains
Well yes we will miss her oh we have to forget her and our claims

So Rosemary follows the last of her streams
The air is fresh and smells of salt
Ha she laughs, it's like I am tasting my dreams
And then she comes to a halt

From far here the ocean looks like it's holding memories of old
The setting sun is shining, funny she thinks smiling
It feels like gold

From far here the ocean looks like it's holding memories of old
The setting sun is shining,funny, it looks like gold



Credits
Writer(s): Yann Byron Bauer-savelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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