Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine,
Bounces with me on my big trampoline.
Childish and silly we´re part of a team,
Me and my Rose on my big trampoline.

I was a shadow,
I´d smoke and I´d sleep.
´till you came and I opened like a flower to the heat.
And now Rosie she tells me of things that she´s seen,
With flowers in her hair on my big trampoline.