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.