BETSY Rosie song lyrics

Why must the young die so young

Before they're allowed to bloom

And your mamma, no, she ain't never gonna be the same

with the 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 the clock has chimed and the bird has flown

Yes may your wings carry you high, sweet Rosie

No, you know your mamma

She ain't never gonna be the same

'Cause the devil he made the light

He made light with your life

And your mamma won't be the same till you fly on home