Les Yeux do Rosalie

When I was small I cried for my cornbread
And when I was bigger I cried for my bottle
Now I’m old and there’s not much that can make me cry
Just Rosalie’s eyes in the beautiful years past
Eh, my Rosalie, I will never forget you
The light in your eyes, and how you looked at me
Now I’m old and I’ve almost gone to paradise
The last thing I ever see will be Rosalie’s eyes