Gentle Annie

 

1. Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou are gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

2. We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o’er thy tomb
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

3. Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou are laid
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows were we strayed
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

“Gentle Annie” is a popular American song written by Stephen Foster in 1856