Anna Lee

Listen now children a story I'll tell

Of a woman they called Anna Lee

She had a fine son and she raised him up well

And a daughter as lovely as she



I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day

As the sparrow returns to her nest

I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby

Hold your sweet weary head to my breast



She sang to her darlings a sweet lullaby

As the cool evening shadows grow long

Angels and nightingales gather at night

Just to hear mother Anna Lee's song



I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day

As the sparrow returns to her nest

I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby

Hold your sweet weary head to my breast



I heard it one morning she rode into town

To tend to her dear sister there

She kissed her two babies on check and on brow

And left them with nary a care



The wind it did rise and the rain it did fall

The river, a shadowy wave

Anna Lee never heard danger's dark call

And was swept to her watery grave



I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day

As the sparrow returns to her nest

I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby

Hold your sweet weary head to my breast