Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons ribbons ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

I don't know it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea
Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company
If I tell another what your own lips told to me
Let me lay 'neath the roses till my eyes no longer see

I don't know it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

One pane of glass in the window
No one is complaining no come in and shut the door
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore
And it's strange how no one comes round any more

I don't know it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons ribbons ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know I could not leave her there

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Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter