Rose Songtext
von Rod McKuen

I married Rose in ′21, we got a little farm
First year out, the barn burned down
I broke my good right arm
From then on in, things got bad
I guess they could have been worse
But seeing Rose in rags all day made me want to curse

"That's okay" Rose would say "Don′t you worry none
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work's all done"

I watched her hands grow rough and red from picking in the field
Putting up in mason jars what little crops they′d yield
I′d find what jobs there were in town, most times there were none
But Rose would still have supper
Waiting at night when the day was done

"That's okay" Rose would say "Don′t you worry none
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work′s all done"


Our firstborn had a face like Rose, I guess a temper like mine
She'd sleep all day and cry all night
But she grew up and married fine
Our only son went off to fight in 1944
A year went by and a telegram said he ain′t coming home no more
One winter night in '59, Rose took a terrible chill
She went to sleep and she didn't wake up
I guess she′s sleeping still
But sometimes when the wind is singing high up in a chinaberry tree
Seems it′s not the wind at all but Rose singing to me

"That's okay" Rose would say "Don′t you worry none
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work′s all done"

"That's okay" Rose would say "Don′t you worry none
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work's all done"

"That′s okay" Rose would say "Don′t you worry none
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work′s all done"
We'll have good times by and by
Next fall when the work′s all done