Intro: D-D-D-D A-A-D-D
[D]Old Rosie Atkinson
live all alone
In her [A]house
at the end of our [D]street
She wears an old
hat with a long silver pin
And [A]faded blue
shoes on her [D]feet
And a [A]long flowery
dress that [D]must have looked nice
On the [A]day her
love marched a[D]way
To fight in the
war- to end all the wars
In a [A]cold land
so [A7]far, far a[D]way
Chorus
[G]Rosie, he’s gone now, he’s [D]not coming home now
[A]Like all those lonely young [D]men
The [G]fathers and brothers, the [D]sons and the lovers
They’ve [E]fallen like leaves in the [A]wind
Now the [D]war has
long passed, he never returned
The [A]years have
now faded her [D]eyes
But the love in
her heart is as warm and as strong
As it [A]was when
he made her his [D]bride.
[A]In Flanders’
fields where [D]red poppies grow
From the [A]hearts
of many young [D]men
There sleeps Rosie’s
lover of long, long ago
She [A]never did
[A7]see him a[D]gain
Chorus
Now [D]old Rosie
Atkinson lives all alone
In her [A]house
at the end of our [D]street
And the children
make fun of her long flowery dress
And the [A]faded
blue shoes on her [D]feet
Thought they [A]laugh
and the jibe at her [D]funny old ways
She [A]seems not
to hear, not to [D]see
She just dreams
of the love she was never to know
And the [A]times
that were [A7]never to [D]be
Chorus
[A]Leaves in the
[D]wind
Repeat Intro