Annie Rose

Annie Rose

When the road is all uphill,

And the way is long and hard,

When you begin to doubt and falter,

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 too,

She’ll lay her arm along your shoulder,

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.

When it’s hard to hope again

And all your plans come tumbling down,

When you’re too tired to plan again,

She’ll come and hold you in her arms

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.