She ain't got no money, her clothes are kind of funny, her hair is kind of wild and free. Oh, but love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me. She talks kind of lazy, people say she's crazy, and her life's a mystery. Oh, but love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me. There's something about her hair, darling mine, it's a feeling that's fine, and I just gotta say, 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 just gotta tell her that I love her endlessly. Because love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me. There's something about her hair, darling mine, it's a feeling that's fine, and I just gotta say, 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 just gotta tell her that I love her endlessly. Because love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me. Oh, but love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me. If you let her stay, you'll never forget her. Nobody knows like me. Oh, but love grows where my rosemary grows, and nobody knows like me.