Little Annie | Lonesome

Once more I must leave you little Annie

We must part at the end of the lane

But you promised me little Annie

You'd be waiting when the springtime comes again

When the springtime comes o'er the mountains

And the wild flowers scatter o'er the plains

I will watch for the leaves to return to the trees

And I'll be waiting when the springtime comes again

When the sun shines down on the mountains

And the wild sheep are wandering all alone

And the birds and the bees are singing

Then it makes me think that springtime won't be long

Now the springtime has come on the mountains

And I'm on my way back to the lane

For you promised me little Annie

You'd be waiting when the springtime comes again