Annabelle歌词

We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule
From the Alabama trust
Half of the cotton, a third of the corn

Get a handful of dust

And we can not have all things to please us

No matter how we try

Until we＇ve all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why
I had a daughter called her Annabelle

She＇s the apple of my eye

Tried to give her something like I never had

I didn＇t want to ever hear her cry

And we can not have all things to please us
No matter how we try

Until we've all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why

When I＇m dead and buried I＇ll take a hard life of tears
For every day I＇ve ever known

Anna＇s in the churchyard, she＇s got no life at all

She＇s only got these words on a stone

And we can not have all things to please us

No matter how we try

Until we've all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why