Gentle Annie (feat. Linda Ronstadt)

Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie

Like the flower, who's spirit did depart

Who has come and gone like the many

Who have bloomed in the springtime of my heart

Shall I never more behold thee?

Never hear thy laughing voice again

When the springtime comes gentle Annie

And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plains

We did love and roam midst the bowers

When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom

Now I walk alone midst the flowers

As they mingle their perfume o'er thy tomb

Shall we never more behold thee?

Never hear thy laughing voice again

When the springtime comes gentle Annie

And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plains