ANNA, WON'T YOU MARRY ME?
Anna, Child, the spring has come,Listen to the robins, dear; The honeysuckles are in bloom,The fragrance fills the air. A dove is cooing soft and low, Telling how he loves his mate; For you the flowers seem to grow, For you they seem to bloom and wait. Two by two the sparrows build, High up in the orchard tree — Anna, Anna, Anna, won't you marry me?
Anna, O! ho! ho! The aching of my heart; It seems, my love, I'm bound to go, If we have to live apart. My heart says Anna all the time, Love, I'll die for thee— Anna, Anna, Anna, won't you marry me?
'Member, love, the vow you made, When out in the orchard, dear; The stars can witness what you said, The moon was sailing clear. You promised, love, that you'd be mine, Promised in the early spring. And now the bees are 'round the vine, Everywhere the song-birds sing,