Annie Rose

Annie Rose

When the road is all up hill,

When the road is long and hard,

And when you start to lose your will,

Then she’ll smile and come to you,

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.

When others thrive instead of you,

When all the prizes pass you by,

When you find you’re poorer than before

And you know you’re that much older,

She’ll lay her arm along your shoulder,

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.

When falling like a house of cards

All your plans come tumbling down,

When you’re too tired to plan again,

She’ll hold you in her arms

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.