Annan Water - The Decemberists

Annan water

You loom so deep and wide

I would cross over

If you would stem the tide

Build a boat

That I might ford the other side

To reach the farther shore

Where my true love lies in wait for me

In wait for me

In wait for me

In wait for me

Oh, gray river

Your waters ramble wild

The horses shiver

And bite against the bridle

But I will cross

If mine own horse is pulled from me

Though my mother cries that if I try

I sure will drowned be

Will drowned be

Will drowned be

Will drowned be

But if you calm

And let me pass

You may render me a wreck

When I come back

So calm your waves

And slow the churn

And you may have my precious bones on my return

Annan water

Oh hear my true love’s call

Hear her holler

Above your water’s pall

God, that I could

That my two arms could give me wing

And I would cross your breath

And rest my breast about her amber ring

Her amber ring

Her amber ring

But if you calm

And let me pass

You may render me a wreck

When I come back

So calm your waves

And slow the churn

And you may have my precious bones

On my

On my

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