Annie
Paul Mounsey
Old oaks stand tall, Annie,
Seen the world grow small, Annie,
But when they fall, Annie,
Where will we be?
Winter has come, Annie,
No strength in the sun, Annie,
And when it's gone, Annie,
Where shall we be?
When all the colours have faded,
When ol' Jack comes to call,
Don't tell them no, tell them maybe,
Oh Annie, may God bless us all,
Oh, yeah, Annie, may God bless us all.
Hear the children they call, Annie,
Every leaf must fall, Annie,
God bless us all, Annie,
Wherever we'll be.
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