Rosie

Well, Rosie, don’t be scared by the storm outside
We are safe and warm, we are home and dry
And though it rages on, there’s no need to cry
Oh, Rosie, don’t you worry, my dear

For there are many things that I can not explain
Like the howling wind, like the pouring rain
Like the love for a child, like the pin prick of pain
Oh, Rosie, don’t you worry, my dear

Well, Rosie, don’t you think about the things that you can’t change
For the world is cruel and it’s violent and strange
But there is beauty too if you look the right way
Oh, Rosie, don’t you worry, my dear
Oh, Rosie, don’t you worry, my dear