Rose Dover
If you see Rose Dover
That's her secret name
She would meet 3 others
To keep the forest safe
She said:
"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 dilemmas
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
Rosa Dover
Si ves a Rosa Dover
Ese es su nombre secreto
Ella se reuniría con otros 3
Para mantener el bosque seguro
Ella dijo:
"Mi realidad pronto fue llamada
Fingir, funeral de la imaginación
Asesinada por la adolescente que fui"
No tienes que desecharlo
Desechar ser un niño
Solo porque estás creciendo
Más rápido cada día
No tienes que desecharlo todo
No tienes que desecharlo todo
Hay una forma
He estado pensando últimamente que no es
Una situación permanente
Solo una fase en la que está
He estado pensando últimamente
He estado pensando últimamente
No es permanente
Un grupo de pájaros
Sobre su cabeza
Un grupo de pájaros
Que le susurran
No tienes que desecharlo
Desechar ser un niño
Solo porque estás creciendo
Más rápido cada día
No tienes que desecharlo todo
Hay una forma
Feliz era Rosa Dover
Hablando con tejones, cervatillos, conejos
(Detrás de los leñadores)
Meditando los dilemas
En la conferencia de secuoyas
Ella llora:
"Mi realidad ahora es llamada
Fingir, funeral de la imaginación
Asesinada por la adolescente que fui"
No tienes que desecharlo
Desechar ser un niño
Solo porque estás creciendo
Más rápido cada día
No tienes que desecharlo todo
No tienes que desecharlo todo
Y mientras te elevas
Una rosa serás para siempre