Anna Lee

(Laurelyn Dossett)
 Listen now children a story I'll tell
 Of a woman they called Anna Lee
 She had a fine son and she raised him up well
 And a daughter as lovely as she
 I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day
 As the sparrow returns to her nest
 I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby
 Hold your sweet weary head to my breast
 She sang to her darlings a sweet lullaby
 As the cool evening shadows grow long
 Angels and nightingales gather at night
 Just to hear mother Anna Lee's song
 I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day
 As the sparrow returns to her nest
 I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby
 Hold your sweet weary head to my breast
 I heard it one morning she rode into town
 To tend to her dear sister there
 She kissed her two babies on check and on brow
 And left them with nary a care
 The wind it did rise and the rain it did fall
 The river, a shadowy wave
 Anna Lee never heard danger's dark call
 And was swept to her watery grave
 I'll return to you, dear, in the dimming of day
 As the sparrow returns to her nest
 I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby
 Hold your sweet weary head to my breast