Gentle Annie - Stephen Foster, Dieter Reith, Foster Stephen

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,

Like a flow’r thy spirit did depart;

Thou art gone, alas!

like the many

That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

cho: Shall we never more behold thee;

Never hear thy winning voice again

When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,

When the wild flow’rs are scattered o’er the plain?

When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;

Now I stand alone mid the flowers

While they mingle their perfumes o’er thy tomb.

cho: Shall we never more behold thee;

Never hear thy winning voice again

When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,

When the wild flow’rs are scattered o’er the plain?

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.

cho: Shall we never… behold thee;

Never hear thy winning voice again

When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,

When the wild flow’rs are scattered o’er the plain?

Gentle Annie

When the wild flow’rs are scattered o’er the plain?