Annie Rose

Annie Rose

When the road is all uphill,

And the way is long and hard,

When I begin to doubt and falter,

Then she’ll smile and come to me

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.

When others thrive and I stand still,

When all the prizes pass me by,

When I find I’m poorer than before

And I know I’m that much older,

She’ll lay her arm along my shoulder

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.

When it’s hard to hope again

And all my plans come crashing down,

When I’m too tired to plan again,

She’ll come and hold me in her arms

And say,

‘Tomorrow is another day’.

And her name is Annie Rose.