GENTLE ANNIE
By Stephen C. Foster
(1826-1864)
 
 

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie, 
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
 
Chorus

Shall we nevermore behold thee; 
Never hear thy winning voice again --
When the Springtime comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?

We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.

Chorus

Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we strayed.

Chorus
 
 
 

Thanks to Benjamin Tubb 
of The Music of the American Civil War (1861-1865) 
for permission to use his MIDI file of 
Gentle Annie. 
All rights reserved. May not be reproduced without permission.