Once more little Annie I must leave you
We shall part at the end of the lane
For you promised me little Annie
You’d be waiting when the springtime comes again
When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again
When the sun shines down on the mountains
And the wild sheep wandering all alone
And the birds and the bees are a humming
Makes me think the springtime won’t be very long
When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again
Now the springtime has come little Annie
I am on my wayas sung by to the lane
For you promised me little Annie
You’d be waiting when the springtime comes again
When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again