Johnny can't play, Rosemary's sitting in a shower of rain.
Sunny sunny days have all turned over to filthy weather.
She can't stay there coughing all the day there, down in the meadow.
But Johnny can't play no more.
Nobody'll go and get her.
The sun doesn't get any higher, Rosemary doesn't get any drier.
Father says kill them, preachers says God's will be done.
Mother says be still then, Rosy's in the meadow.
And the sheep are on the hill still.
And the birds are on the Willow.
There were twenty-five jenny wrens sitting on a Willow when the wind came in;
None of them could sing.
We'll never be the same again.
The sun doesn't get any better, Rosemary just gets wetter.
Johnny can't play, Rosemary's sitting in a shower of rain and it'll kill her.
Sunny sunny days have all turned over to filthy weather.
She can't stay there coughing all day there, down in the meadow.
But Johnny can't play no more,
Rosemary's lying in a shower of rain.
And if we live another day, we'll never be the same again.
Sunny sunny days have all turned over to filthy weather.
She can't stay there coughing all the day there, down in the meadow.
But Johnny can't play no more.
Nobody'll go and get her.
The sun doesn't get any higher, Rosemary doesn't get any drier.
Father says kill them, preachers says God's will be done.
Mother says be still then, Rosy's in the meadow.
And the sheep are on the hill still.
And the birds are on the Willow.
There were twenty-five jenny wrens sitting on a Willow when the wind came in;
None of them could sing.
We'll never be the same again.
The sun doesn't get any better, Rosemary just gets wetter.
Johnny can't play, Rosemary's sitting in a shower of rain and it'll kill her.
Sunny sunny days have all turned over to filthy weather.
She can't stay there coughing all day there, down in the meadow.
But Johnny can't play no more,
Rosemary's lying in a shower of rain.
And if we live another day, we'll never be the same again.