Teksty: Young Dubliners, the. Rosie.

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Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love;
The fire used to burn in your eye.
Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin'
That you still reach out for the sky
For this life, it's no bed of roses,
It's not all it's cracked up to be
But in the end there's always you and me...

Rosie, sweet Rosie
Money don't grow on trees
If I thought for just one second it did
I'd be down on my bended knee

Now we'll take our tea and a lemon,
A match that was made in the Heavens
Two lovers that walk in on this town
We don't need a ball or a gown.
So tell your dear Ma not to worry,
You won't need for nothing with me
Now let the rivers run down to the sea.

Rosie, sweet Rosie,
Money don't grow on trees
If I thought for just one second it did
I'd be down on my bended knee

I'm down on my bended knee,
So you'd spend your whole life with me
Until the day, it'll be okay
You'll see, you'll see


Rosie, sweet Rosie,
Money don't grow on trees
If I thought for just one second it did
I'd be down on my bended knee
If I thought for just one second it did
I'd be down on my bended knee
I'd be down on my bended knee!