If you see Rose Dover That's her secret name She would meet 3 others To keep the forest safe
She says "my reality was soon called Make Believe, imagination's funeral killed by the teenage me"
You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away You don't have to throw it all away There's a way
I've been thinking lately it's not A permanent situation Just a phase that she's in I've been thinking lately I've been thinking lately It's not permanent
A scattering of birds Above her head A scattering of birds That whisper to her
"You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away There's a way"
Happy was Rose Dover Speaking badger, fawn, rabbit (Behind the lumberjacks) Pondering the dilemma At the Redwood conference
She cries, "my reality is now called Make Believe, imagination's funeral Killed by the teenage me"
You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away You don't have to throw it all away And as you rise A rose you will forever stay
If you see Rose Dover That's her secret name She would meet 3 others To keep the forest safe
She says "my reality was soon called Make Believe, imagination's funeral killed by the teenage me"
You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away You don't have to throw it all away There's a way
I've been thinking lately it's not A permanent situation Just a phase that she's in I've been thinking lately I've been thinking lately It's not permanent
A scattering of birds Above her head A scattering of birds That whisper to her
"You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away There's a way"
Happy was Rose Dover Speaking badger, fawn, rabbit (Behind the lumberjacks) Pondering the dilemma At the Redwood conference
She cries, "my reality is now called Make Believe, imagination's funeral Killed by the teenage me"
You don't have to throw it away Throw being a kid away Just because you're growing up Faster everyday You don't have to throw it all away You don't have to throw it all away And as you rise A rose you will forever stay
