Rosie

I was never crazy for flowers,
 I confess that nothing left me colder;
 I could watch a daisy for hours
 And all I'd feel was sev'ral hours older!
 Lilacs and lilies, any bloom you please,
 All what they did was make me shrug or sneeze;
 But now I love each blossom that I see,
 For a lovely little rose loves me.
 Now my life is rosy, when I'm my Rosie,
 With a girl like Rosie,
 How could I be blue?
 Hand in hand we'll mosey
 Me and little Rosie,
 We will be so cozy
 By a fire built for two.
 Oh! I once heard a poem that goes:
 "A rose is a rose is a rose"
 Well I don't agree,
 Take it from me,
 There's one rose sweeter than any that grows!
 That's my Rosie,
 I'm so glad she chose me;
 Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.
 Now my life is rosy, (Oh, we'll be happy, I know)
 Since I found my Rosie,(Off to the preacher we'll go)
 With a girl like Rosie,(So how could we be blue?)
 How could I be blue?
 Oh we'll have us a home out west,
 A nice little split-level nest,
 And in ev'ry room roses in bloom...
 But there's on rose sweeter than all of the rest!
 Then that's my Rosie
 I'm so glad you chose me!
 Life is one sweet beautiful song to me
 When love is right then
 What can be wrong?
 Life is one sweet beautiful song
 To me!