Walk With Me Annie

Walk with me Annie To the top of the hill.

We’ll pick some wildflowers For your windowsill.

Hold hands with me Annie I’ll stay with you ‘til A blackbird starts singing Like a young whippoorwill.

Come to me Annie And let your hair down.

Lie with me Annie Til; the world turns around.

Love me sweet Annie And make that musical sound Like raindrops are falling On the streets of the town.

Sing to me Annie A song of the sea That carries my future Back home to me.

Waltz with me Annie Out there on the floor.

We never know what Our lives have in store.

So, hold me tight Annie Until you love me no more Then I’ll cling to your memory, One two three, one two three – four.

- Frank Watson