Annabelle — текст песни (Welch Gillian)

Leased twenty acres
And one jimmy mule
From the Alabama Trust
Half of cotton, third of corn
Get a hand full of dust

We cannot have all things pleasin`
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
Didn`t want to ever hear her cry

We cannot have all things pleasing
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
Every day I`ve ever known
Anna`s in the churchyard
She`s got no life at all
She only got these words on stone:

We cannot have all things pleasing
No matter how we try
Until we`ve all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder why