Annabelle - Gillian Welch

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