Silver Bell

Annabelle, I'll be gambling

Till my bones are 'neath the apple field

Silver rain makes green every once in a while

I been lost, lost, at every crossing

I was just drifting cold

Couldn't tell you how many times I was ready to fold

Finally found us some good luck

Let's see if it lasts

Cold, cold, every shoulder

Still, I learned to lean and freeze

Your roaring smile, campfire

Lit up the trees

Aw, my gal, she's a silver bell

She pulls straight from the loam

Just a kiss from your lips, and I'm ready to go

Finally found us some good luck

Let's see if it lasts

Swing high, swing low, come to carry

We're here on the ground, but I swear it's heaven