Music and lyrics by Whitney Smith, ©2000, SOCAN
The streets in town still hold the memory
That long ago she cried to sleep.
Waiting, quiet waiting
For a stranger who may never come
Let him know she lives
In the village of the drum.
Rosealee, they said you'd never find a man to be
The strong and gentle kind of lover who
Knows what a woman's man must do.
Rosealee, a lamp is burning in your room I see
Your silhouette below a yearning sky,
A woman's will to love can die.
The gods would part the raging seas for you
Or let the innocent go free for you
And even some poor love sick poet might
Compose a phrase that ends your dark and lonely night.
Rosealee, before your eyes the one and only he,
How many times you passed but never knew
That such a simple man
Could make your grandest wish come true.