Full Lyrics
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie;
Like a flow'r thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloom'd in the summer of my heart.
R.:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again.
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scatter'd o'er the plain?
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.
R.
Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we stray'd.
R.
