Annie was a girl in the market place
Carrying a basket on her hip
She was lovely in her maiden's slip
And the sun if stole across her face
He had known her many years before
But less than he had wanted to
She was fresh just like the morning dew
And he said Annie, why weren't we ever more?
Everybody loved Annie
But who she loved were few
The was just something about her
If you knew her you'd love her to
Annie, he said
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
Annie, each night
My dreams a haunted by you
Annie, why was it
We pushed these feelings aside
And Annie, how come we never tried?
