Johnny can't play, Rosemary's sitting in a shower of rain
Sunny, sunny days of old 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," preacher says, "God's will be done,"
Mother says, "Be still, then"
And the sheep are on the hill still
And 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
She can't stay there, coughing all the day there, dying in the meadow
But Johnny can't play no more, Rosemary's lying in a shower of rain
And if we live another day
It'll never be the same again
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