Annie My Own Love
Annie My Own Love | |
Charles Shiras, 1853
| There's a wound in my spirit, No balm can e'er heal; In my sould is a sorrow, No voice can reveal. And deeper the furrows Will sink on my brow, |: For Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now. :| | 2. Like the moon to the twilight She came to my heart, And fondly she told me We never should part; By Death, unrelenting, She's freed from her vow, |: And Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now. :| |
| 3. Like the night when the moonbeam Is gone from the sky, In the gloom of my sorrow Heart-broken I lie: Oh! seek not to sooth me, To earth let me bow, |: For Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now. :| |