Annabelle by Brian Dunn

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Genre: Folk
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Comment: A buddies song....
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Annabelle
Album: All Ways Home (the Home Side)
By: Brian Dunn

Annabelle, Annabelle, raised up where the sky grew greens and grasses blue.
Annabelle, Annabelle, if ever you were poor you never knew.
Half between down and out, your daddy worked that fill-pump station and for drinkin' more, and more,
than what the town-folk tell, you understood that all you want is what you got.
Annabelle, with your marble bag and thirty starvin' cats back in the shed.
Annabelle, Annabelle, saving rainy days for pennies in your head.
Black night cruelty's voice hits loud, you turn your cheek and fort your mind inside your blanket tent.
Dwellin' is for the dyin', so a bright light goes on above each time you forget, you can.
And wakin' is just for laughin' at hard times while they're passin',
life'll keep long as you keep askin' for to be a little girl,
whose eyes are skippin' happy to be lost along their way,
it's Annabelle, Annabelle is close to home, is close to home, singin' ahh-ee-ahh-ohh.

Annabelle, hangin' out your bedroom window strung along the railroad ties.
Annabelle, Annabelle, gallivantin' through the country evening sides.
On return from school, find the cold house boarded up and those cats moved away.
Now it hurts to move, but you move on prayer, movin' gets you by.
In East-Pennsylvania farmer's market dresses, to much material makes messes,
Let answers quarrel over guesses, You're just pleased to be a little girl,
whose eyes are skippin' happy to be lost along their way.
Is Annabelle, Annabelle close to home?
Yes she's always close to home, everywhere God holds her.

Comb and dance away your worries that they'll stay.
Goodbyes are merely changes means of welcoming.
I know worldliness's dead end splits and fades,
but mama, you're the very sake that I've been happening.

Annabelle, with your wrinkled photographs, that marble bag still has a few.
Annabelle, Annabelle, if your rainy days were poor you never knew.
That your memory could cart-wheel and somersault into forevermore, and more,
that your old prayer is still movin' on across where skies grow greens and grasses blew,
and blew back to where wakin' is just for laughin',
at hard times while they're passin'
life'll keep long as you keep askin' for to be a little child,
whose eyes are skippin' happy to be lost along her way.
It's Annabelle, Annabelle is close to home,
is always close to home,
for everywhere God holds her,
everywhere God holds her everywhere.

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[leishan]

Thanks for the lyrics!