Michael felt like an emperor
When she showed him the summerhouse
A pallet bed in a treasure trove
fallen feather this is your home

Shelter here a while
Sleep on the porch of this goldmine

He fled home when he was young
A wistful soul with a silver tongue
Peered out through a periscope
When she beckoned him in from the wind and snow

Kick the dirt from your feet
We'll find diamonds inside these bedsheets
4nd gold in our teeth said Rosie

With Rosie there's no turning back
She stole the fear from his coal black heart
Lay on the grass, by the smokestack
Nothing under the sun could tear them apart

Cos Rosie is a goldmine
Rosie is a goldmine