There's a wound in my spirit, No balm can e'er heal; In my soul is a sorrow, No voice can reveal. And deeper the furrows Will sink on my brow, For Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now. Like the moon to the twilight She came to my heart, And fondly she told me We never should part; By Death, unrelenting, She's freed from her vow, And Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now. Like the night when the moonbeam Is gone from the sky, In the gloom of my sorrow Heart-broken I lie: Oh! seek not to soothe me, To earth let me bow, For Annie, my own love, Is gone from me now.
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Annie, my own love", published 1853. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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