Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine, Bounces
with me on my big trampoline. Childish and silly
we're part of a team, Me and my Rose on my big trampoline.


I was a shadow, I'd smoke and I'd sleep. 'till you
came and I opened like a flower to the heat. And

now Rosie she tells me of things that she's seen,
With flowers in her hair on my big trampoline.