Rosie Acoustic Soul
Tell Me About Rosie
From a friend to Clare, remembering Rosie
Remembering Rosie
Clare’s friend remembers Rosie rushing to the door, stealing a glove and keeping an eye on the birthday dinner. After Rosie dies, he sends a photograph from a day at the beach. The song is his way of saying she is still welcome in their conversations.
An original example with an imagined story.
Clare, I remember that first Sunday You invited us around A small white blur across the hallway Before I put my coat down You said, "That's Rosie, mind your gloves" I should have listened then She brought me one and took it back And made us start again
I heard the quiet when you called me I didn't know what I should say
You can tell me about Rosie Tell the stories twice How she knew your car was coming Before you turned to the drive You don't have to find the right words Or make the evening bright We can talk about her all night Or sit here for a while
I remember on your birthday She sat beside your chair Watched everybody eat Like she hadn't had her share Then you took her to the garden Where the party couldn't reach I saw you rubbing both her ears And talking cheek to cheek
It's more than just an empty basket I know how much of home she was
You can tell me about Rosie Tell the stories twice How she knew your car was coming Before you turned to the drive You don't have to find the right words Or make the evening bright We can talk about her all night Or sit here for a while
I found that picture from the beach Your hair across your face You were laughing at her footprints On the coat I'd left in place I sent it without a caption There was nothing else to add Just the three of us together On a good day that we had
You can tell me about Rosie I remember her too The way she brought us to the doorway Then went straight back to you You don't have to change the subject Or put her things away I remember how you loved her Every time I hear her name
Clare, you can tell me about Rosie I remember her too