She ain't got no money

Her clothes are kinda funny

Her hair is kinda wild and free

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me

She talks kinda lazy

And people say she's crazy

And her life's a mystery

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine

It's a feeling that's fine and I just gotta say, "Hey"

She's really got a magical spell

And it's working so well that I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella

And I've just got to tell her

That I love her endlessly

Because love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine

It's a feeling that's fine and I just gotta say, "Hey"

She's really got a magical spell

And it's working so well that I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella and I've just got to tell her

That I love her endlessly

Because love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me

It keeps growing every place she's been and nobody knows like me

If you've met her, you'll never forget her and nobody knows like me

La, la, la, believe it when you've seen it

Nobody knows like me...