There's a wound in my spirit,
No balm can e'er heal;
In my soul is a sorrow,
No voice can reveal.
And deeper the furrows
Will sink on my brow,
|:For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now. :| x2
2. Like the moon to the twilight
She came to my heart,
And fondly she told me
We never should part;
By Death, unrelenting,
She's freed from her vow,
|: And Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now. :| x2
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3. Like the night when the moonbeam
Is gone from the sky,
In the gloom of my sorrow
Heart-broken I lie:
Oh! seek not to sooth me,
To earth let me bow,
|: For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now. :|x2
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