Lyrics Rosemary Jane - Frank Turner
Rosemary
Jane
is
the
first
out
of
bed
Every
morning
the
same,
but
there's
mouths
to
be
fed
With
the
money
she
gets
from
a
man
who
is
dead
to
himself
And
dead
to
everyone
else
My
sisters
and
I
were
always
too
young
To
remember
the
line
about
holding
your
tongue
While
the
grown
folks
are
talking,
but
the
silence
began
Long
ago
for
Rosemary
Jane
Sweet
Rosemary
Jane
It's
Mothering
Sunday,
and
the
headlines
should
say
That
we
haven't
forgotten,
the
remarkable
way
That
you
took
all
that
pain
on
your
shoulders,
and
put
it
away
Rosemary
Jane
When
I
think
of
the
things
you
had
to
endure
We
were
young,
we
were
careless,
headstrong
and
unsure
You
guided
us
gently
to
the
right
path,
whether
loved
or
ignored
Rosemary
Jane
I
know
I
gave
you
a
grey
hair
every
time
I
messed
up
Each
one
a
silver
reminder
that
my
mistakes
add
up
Through
every
one
of
my
unforced
errors,
every
slip
You
never
gave
up
Sweet
Rosemary
Jane
It's
Mothering
Sunday,
and
the
headlines
should
say
That
we
haven't
forgotten,
the
remarkable
way
That
you
took
all
that
pain
on
your
shoulders,
and
put
it
away
Rosemary
Jane
Sweet
Rosemary
Jane
Unsure
of
the
path
in
no
man's
land
Unsure
of
myself
in
no
man's
land
Never
quite
alone
in
no
man's
land
It's
Mothering
Sunday,
and
the
headlines
should
say
That
we'll
never
forget
it,
the
remarkable
way
That
you
took
all
that
pain
on
your
shoulders,
and
put
it
away
Sweet
Rosemary
Jane
Sweet
Rosemary
Jane
Rosemary
Jane
Rosemary
Jane
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