| Lyrics: | Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown
hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her
there.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her
long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her
there.
Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
Thinkin' well how it
may blow in all good company,
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay
'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.
I don't know, it must have been the
roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the
roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
One pane of glass in the
window,
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from
the ribbons that she wore,
And it's strange how no one comes round any more.
I don't
know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I
don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Annie
laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown
hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there |
