Gentle Annie - Stephen Foster

Thou will come no more gentle Annie

Like a flower thy spirit did depart

Thou art gone alas like the many

That have bloomed in the summer of my heart

Shall we never more be hold thee

Never hear thy winning voice again

When the Spring time comes gentle Annie

Gentle Annie

When the wild flowers are scattered over the plain

Ah the hours grow sad while I ponder

While I ponder

Near the silent spot where thou art laid

Where thou art laid

And my heart bows down when I wander

Gentle Annie

By the streams and the meadows where we strayed

Shall we never more be hold thee

Never hear thy winning voice again

Voice again

When the Spring time comes gentle Annie

Gentle Annie

When the wild flowers are scattered over the plain