Never the Same

Johnny can't play, Rosemary's sitting in a shower of rain Sunny, sunny days of old turned over to filthy weather She can't stay there, coughing all the day there down in the meadow But Johnny can't play no more, nobody'll go and get her The sun doesn't get any higher Rosemary doesn't get any drier Father says, "Kill them," preacher says, "God's will be done," Mother says, "Be still, then" And the sheep are on the hill still And birds are on the willow There were twenty-five jenny wrens sitting on a willow When the wind came in None of them could sing We'll never be the same again The sun doesn't get any better Rosemary just gets wetter She can't stay there, coughing all the day there, dying in the meadow But Johnny can't play no more, Rosemary's lying in a shower of rain And if we live another day It'll never be the same again