Vee Bdosa Poet Lyric

Rosary

ROSARY
Off the North Atlantic Ocean
it's a cold wind a' blowin,
and a rubescent a'glowin 
from the rocks by the sea.
There's a lass and she's been playin
with the thought of her not stayin
in her life--and she's cryin', 
as she does her rosary.

Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus on her mind,
but she wants not to be leavin', 
if she'd never ever seen
just a little bit of reason, j
ust a little love to find.

Off the North Atlantic Ocean
she could see where she's a'goin,
from the Bloody Foreland's rocky coast, 
and down into the sea,
every prayer she's a'breathin
tells her why she's a'leavin'
from her life. That she's dyin', 
as she does her rosary.

Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus calls her on,
and she wants to believe Him, 
in her time of greatest need,
But this Celtic girl is too far gone. 
Too far gone.
          © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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