Annie laid her head down in the roses.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
All I know I could not leave her there. The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea, Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see. The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
One pane of glass in the window, No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
And it's strange how no one comes round any more. I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Annie laid her head down in the roses.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses, She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
All I know I could not leave her there.
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