It Must Have Been the Roses

Annie laid her head down in the roses

She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair

I don't know, maybe it was the roses

All I know, I could not leave her there

I don't know, it must have been the roses

The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair

I don't know, maybe it was the roses

All I know, I could not leave her there

Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea

Thinking well how it may blow in all good company

If I tell another what your own lips told to me

Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see

One pane of glass in the window

No one is complaining, though, come in and shut the door

Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore

And it's strange how no one comes round any more