Rosie - Betsy

Why must the young die so young?

Before they’re allowed to bloom

And your mama, no, she ain’t ever gonna be the same, no

With that picture frame and the pieces left behind

Yes, may your wings carry you high, sweet Rosie

One last teenage flight of lust

Like feathers in the dust, we rise

And I’m calling out, calling out for time to reverse

But that clock has chimed and the bird has flown

Yes, may your wings carry you high, sweet Rosie

No no no, no you know your mama

She ain’t ever gonna be the same, oh no

'Cause the devil he made light

He made light with your life

And your mama won’t be the same, no, 'til you fly on home