Annie, my own love

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.