Letras
Listen now children, the story I'll tell
Of a woman they called Anne Lee
She had a fine son, she raised him up well
And a daughter as lovely as she
I'll return to you dear, at 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 Anne Lee's song
I'll return to you dear, at 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 cheek and on brow
And left them without any care
The wind it did rise, the rain it did fall
And the river a shadowy wave
Well Anne Lee never heard danger's dark call
And was swept to her watery grave
I'll return to you dear, at 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
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast