| Little Mary was five years old
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| Her parents left her, she was out in the cold
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| Alone to live and find her way
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| In this great world of heartache and pain
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| Eyes of brown, matted locks of gold
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| Her flowered dress is tattered and soiled
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| Tear stained cheeks, her feet cold and bare
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| Who could have left a child so rare
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| Rosemary your day will come
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| He loved you so He gave His only son
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| Keep the faith in your soul
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| Stay down on your knees
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| I’m begging you please
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| Hold onto the beads at your heart
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| A burning heart and tired eyes
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| Howling winds for lullabys
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| No one there to soothe her fright
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| Nowhere to turn but the inward light
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| Because life is for believing
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| That your heart can turn to gold
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| All you need is Christ to receive it
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| There’s eternal life for every soul
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| Rosemary your day will come
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| He loved you so He gave His only son
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| Keep the faith in your soul
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| Stay down on your knees
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| I’m begging you please
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| Hold onto the beads at your heart
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| Rosemary, Rosemary
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| He loves you
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| He needs you
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| He wants you
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| So don’t let him down
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| Singing
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| Rosemary your day will come
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| He loved you so He gave His only son
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| Keep the faith in your soul
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| Stay down on your knees
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| I’m begging you please
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| Hold onto the beads at your heart
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| Yeah yeah,
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| Rosemary, singing, Rosemary
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| Rosemary
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| Rosemary, come on now yeah
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| Got to keep the faith yeah
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| Keep the faith |