Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Annie Herring
Oh, the day's gone by
And not a word's been spoken
It must break your heart
As it breaks mine
But I pretend
To see the sunrise set in the sky
Before the morning glory
Spreads her wings
Can you bring home
A baby's cry
Can you bring home
The harvest sky
So sing your words
Of comfort to my dyin' soul
Then lay me down to rest