Love will do the stitching if she'll only be my match.
#MY LIFE AIN T ROSY BUT I ROLL WITH IT PATCH#
While I note her dainty waist and her slender hand,Īs she matches this and that, she stitches strand by strand.Īnd I long to tell her Life's a quilt and I'm a patch Gracious, how my pulses throb, how my fingers itch,
So come then and stroll with me, my dear,ĭolly sits a-quilting by her mother, stich by stitch, What are the things that make life bright? As he reaches out for a new rose to add to his collection, his finger got pricked by a thorn which for some reason appears to be sharper than the rest. A thought came by them and all of them agreed to repay him for his actions. I could not disappoint you and so prevailed. 'Roselias of the flower garden have gotten tired of Drew picking roses from their home just to show himself off. Had you despised me then I must have failed,īut since I knew you trusted and believed, He fears the white flock not a whit more than we.įor winter's white birds here's a cheery heigho!īut what of the stag that calls for his mate?īut our triumph call through the forest hallīut the sportsman Death comes striding on:īecause you love me I have much achieved, Tho' cold is the blast and the snow-flakes are drifty He munches his store in the old hollow tree The squirrel's enjoying the rest of the thrifty, The little white birds thro' the winter-kissed air. Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,Īnd meadow and woodlands are empty and bare įor softly and merrily now there come playing, I'm the sleepiest fellow that ever you saw. Ain't This the Life Lyrics: Livin' way up now in a penthouse high / Our steaks are rare and our martini's dry / Folks below, they say it ain't fair / Hell with them I really don't care / Joie de. Yo, my life aint rosy But I roll with it My mom was fine till the dough hit. Oh, my, I'm a-yawning right here before ma, Wonder rhyma shit Me and my conglomerates Same crime, bigger trial. His face is kind and his voice is mellow,īut he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
#MY LIFE AIN T ROSY BUT I ROLL WITH IT FULL#
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