She ain't got no money, her clothes are kinda funny, her hair is kinda wild and free Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me She talks kinda lazy, and people say she's crazy, and her life's a mystery Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me There's something about her handholding mine, it's a feeling it's fine, and I just gotta say She's really got a magical spell, and it's working so well that I can't get away I'm a lucky fella, and I've just gotta tell her that I love her endlessly Because love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me There's something about her handholding mine, it's a feeling it's fine, and I just gotta say She's really got a magical spell, and it's working so well that I can't get away I'm a lucky fella, and I've just gotta tell her that I love her endlessly Because love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me It keeps growing every place she's been, and nobody knows like me If you met her, you'd never forget her, nobody knows like me Copyright © 2020, New Thinking Allowed Foundation