Hannah - Ray LaMontagne

I lost all of my vanity

When I peered into the pool

I lost all of my innocence

When I fell in love with you

I never knew a man could fall so far until I landed here

Where all of my wounds, they turned into gold

When I kissed your hair

Now come to me, Hannah

Hannah, won’t you to come home to me

And I’ll lay down this bottle of wine

If you’ll just be kind to me

Ask her why she cries so loud

Will not say a word

Eyes like ice and hands that shake

She takes what she deserves

To celebrate the emptiness

Of a cold and lonely room

Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress

If you cannot find a broom

Now come to me, Hannah

Hannah, won’t you to come home to me

And I’ll lay down this bottle of wine

If you’ll just be kind to me

She’s got hair that flows right down, right down

To the backs of her knees

Her Papa, he was a preaching man

And the Lord is hard to please

So she comes down from the Ozark Hills to these

Very streets to roam

With a banjo and a bible

And a fine tooth comb

Now come to me, Hannah

Hannah, won’t you to come home to me

And I’ll lay down this bottle of wine

If you’ll just be kind to me

Now, I’d walk one mile on just broken glass

To fall down at your feet

Mm-mm, my Hannah

You’re the queen of the street

I climbed the tree with my Hannah Lee

My intentions, they were pure

But the breeze did whip and I lost my grip

And I tumbled towards the earth

Where you never would guess who it was that stood below

His name I will never tell

But His eyes were clear

His arms were strong

He caught me as I fell

Now come to me, Hannah

Hannah, won’t you to come home to me

And I’ll lay down this bottle of wine

If you’ll just be kind to me

Now, I’d walk one mile on broken glass

To fall down at your feet

Mm-mm, my Hannah, you’re the queen of the street

The queen of the street