Thou wilt come no more, Gentle Annie,
Like a flower, thy spirit did depart,
Thou art gone, alas, like the many,
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
Shall we nevermore behold thee,
Never hear thy winning voice again?
When the springtime comes, gentle Annie,
When the wildflowers are scattered o'er the plain.
We have roamed and loved 'mid the bowers,
When thy downy cheeks were in thy bloom,
Now I stand alone 'mid the flowers,
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.
Jim Hancock guitar, vocals
Jim Lillquist hammered dulcimer
Bob Bielefeld bones
As performed on the recording:
World Turned Upside Down
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