LOVE GROWS, ROSEMARY

Love grows, a song to interim English teachers

We all are Rosemary, ;) because Love grows wherever you go with Jesus.

Here a song dedicated to all the interim English teacher of Spain, especially from Madrid where I live.

This is my story:

I've recently been posted as an interim Secondary English teacher in a "far, far away" centre of the Community of Madrid from where I live, well, actually in two, cos it's... an itinerant vacant! -to make it even fancier.
Didn't appear my name in the provisional lists though, just in the definitive ones! So... no chance to write a complaint. How nice is that!? Huh?
3h from home, 1h between them by bus as I don't drive - never a driving license was given to me for the good of humanity- Unfortunately, I can not be a competent driver behind the wheel! That's why I'm a WALKER like Henry David Thoreau.

I'm doing my best to solve this with both directors and their DAT and hopefully return to my 3 lists.

Do you think this might be possible? I hope so.
Love can still grow, Rosemary!

✨🌿🐑🌿✨

The song is from the 70's, the original version is from the band called Edison Lighthouse, hope you find peace of mind and heart in the process of finding yourself in the new post.

Lyrics:
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 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
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
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
Fadeout:
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