When sweet Ann sings

Ann sings in the morning,

With walking birds she sings

A song of fairy butterflies,

Of flowers and kindly things:

And when she sings it seems to me

No voice on earth could lovelier be

When sweet Ann sings.

Ann sings to the children

In golden candlelight

God bless you all, my little lambs

And guard you through the night.

I think there's nothing 'neath the skies

So sweet as the old-time lullabies

When sweet Ann sings.

And sometimes in the gloaming

When stars are lit above,

She'll softly come and sing to me

An old, old song of love.

Her sweet voice falling soft and low

Beguiles my heart at evenglow,

She makes my Heav'n, I love her so,

When sweet Ann sings.