Annabelle Lyrics - Singles - Welch Gillian

Leased twenty acres 

And one jimmy mule 

From the Alabama Trust 

Half of cotton, third of corn 

Get a hand full of dust 

We cannot have all things pleasin' 

No matter how we try 

Until we've all gone to Jesus 

We can only wonder why 

I had a daughter 

Called her Annabelle 

She's the apple of my eye 

Tried to give her something like I never had 

Didn't want to ever hear her cry 

We cannot have all things pleasing 

No matter how we try 

Until we've all gone to Jesus 

We can only wonder why 

When I'm dead and buried 

I'll take a hard life of tears 

Every day I've ever known 

Anna's in the churchyard 

She's got no life at all 

She only got these words on stone: 

We cannot have all things pleasing 

No matter how we try 

Until we've all gone to Jesus 

We can only wonder why