The Wolfe Tones - Annabell lyrics
[The Wolfe Tones - Annabell lyrics]
One fine day by the old mill stream
There lived this girl and
Her name was Annabell and she
Lived there with her ma and da
Did this girl and her name
Her name was Annabell
She was sweet as the flowers in May
Till one day she ran away from home
And packed her things and took to the road
With the few possessions in a case
She borrowed from a friend
But the neon signs of Dublin made
Her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the brighter
Things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where
She hopes there's brighter things
This bird has taken wings
She looks for brighter things
For discontenment brings resentment as this
Girl looks for excitement
In a house on the Old Kent Road
There lived this girl and
Her name was Annabell
And she lives there in the small abode
In a lonely room and there she's
Feeling lost amongst the crowd
And every morning at half past eight
Down she goes through the factory gate and
Clocks her card in the factory hall
And for eight hours, you know, this girl
Puts pickles in a jar
But the neon signs of London made
Her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the quieter
Things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where
She knows there's quieter things
This bird has taken wings
She looks for quieter things
For discontentment brings resentment as this
Girl looks for contentment
La, la la, la la la, la la, la
La la, la la, la la la, la
La la la la la, la la la
La la, la la la la la, la la la la la
There's nowhere else like home
There lived this girl and
Her name was Annabell and she
Lived there with her ma and da
Did this girl and her name
Her name was Annabell
She was sweet as the flowers in May
Till one day she ran away from home
And packed her things and took to the road
With the few possessions in a case
She borrowed from a friend
But the neon signs of Dublin made
Her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the brighter
Things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where
She hopes there's brighter things
This bird has taken wings
She looks for brighter things
For discontenment brings resentment as this
Girl looks for excitement
In a house on the Old Kent Road
There lived this girl and
Her name was Annabell
And she lives there in the small abode
In a lonely room and there she's
Feeling lost amongst the crowd
And every morning at half past eight
Down she goes through the factory gate and
Clocks her card in the factory hall
And for eight hours, you know, this girl
Puts pickles in a jar
But the neon signs of London made
Her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the quieter
Things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where
She knows there's quieter things
This bird has taken wings
She looks for quieter things
For discontentment brings resentment as this
Girl looks for contentment
La, la la, la la la, la la, la
La la, la la, la la la, la
La la la la la, la la la
La la, la la la la la, la la la la la
There's nowhere else like home