Rosy Lee

I’ve always loved my Rosy Lee, morning, noon and night, whenever things seemed difficult she’d always put them right. She is the one I need the most when waking in my bed, and helps me face another day by clearing up my head. Sometimes my wife will go to work before I rise that day, leaving me with Rosy Lee to help me on my way. The times that I’m the first to rise, then I’m the one to see, that by the bed beside my wife I leave her Rosy Lee. We both have got a love affair with Rosy Lee, I know, and both must share her every day because we love her so. For when our lips are welcomed by her warming rosy glow, we know that all is right with life wherever we may go. Ivor G Davies