Gallipoli Rosemary-Mick Thomas

Gallipoli Rosemary - Mick Thomas Gallipoli Rosemary growing in the winter sunshine And by my back door Lookin' over me and my hand Gallipoli Rosemary through the water and light you are strainin' On the banks of conference creek From the shores of the mediterrenian You grew from a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that drowned in the livin' hell Struggle right back in the ragged rock sack To the bright sunshine from the yellow pine The livin' hell of the dardyness Gallipoli Rosemary oh hangin' their body In the land so porch and dry From the lands so torn and muddy I knew you put you in the rack of lamb I'm gonna kick you in the rubbish stew Gallipoli Rosemary here I got plans for you You Grew from a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that drowned in the livin' hell Struggle right back in the ragged rock sack To the bright sunshine from the yellow pine Singin' all anxien the livin' hell of the dardyness The young man of the lautumn The flowers of the forest They carve your name in marble So you would not forgot her Hhmmmmm Initials fadin' fadin' Until one day I think I clap by my back door The only livin' nick The only livin' nick Gallipoli Rosemary I did a luck to them Walking down the old main road Such pround and broken men I buried you in old clay pot Out in the bed on willow tree The second best thing that came back Gallipoli Rosemary And for the one's that did not come back Gallipoli Rosemary Grew from a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew From a cutting from a bush that grew