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 cannot 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