The Decemberists Follow

Annan Water, you loom so deep and wide
I would cross over,
If you would stem the tide.
Build a boat that I might ford the other side
To reach the farther shore where my true love lies
In wait for me.
In wait for me.
In wait for me.
In wait for me.

Oh gray river,
Your waters ramble wild
The horses shiver
And bite against the bridle
But I will cross
If my own horse is pulled from me
Though my mother cries that if I try
I sure will drowned be
Will drowned be
Will drowned be
Will and drowned be

If you cull,
And let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back.
So calm you waves
And slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my return

Annan water,
Oh, hear my true love’s call
Hear her holler above your water’s pall
God, that I could!
If my two arms could give me wake(?)
And I would cross your breadth and rest my breast about her amber ring.
Her amber ring
Her amber ring
Her amber ring

If you cull,
Let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back
So calm you waves
Slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my
On my
On my return