Gentle Annie
Stephen C. Foster Lyrics


We have lyrics for 'Gentle Annie' by these artists:


Ann and Kate McGarrigle Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's sp…
Foster & Allen Fair and lovely Annie Your gentle ways have won me You bring…
Kate & Anna McGarrigle Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's sp…
Kate & Anna McGarrigle featuring Linda Ronstadt Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's sp…
Kate McGarrigle Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower, who's…
Liam Clancy & Tommy Makem Fair and lovely Annie, Your gentle ways have won me. You…
Liam Clancy/Tommy Makem Fair and lovely Annie, Your gentle ways have won me. You…
Linda Ronstadt Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's …
Linda Ronstadt with Kate & Anna McGarrigle Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's sp…
Stephen Foster Gentle Annie (Stephen Foster) Thou wilt come no more, gentl…
The McGarrigles Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie Like the flower Who's sp…
Tommy Makem Fair and lovely Annie, Your gentle ways have won me. You…
Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy Fair and lovely Annie, Your gentle ways have won me. You…


We have lyrics for these tracks by Stephen C. Foster:


Hard Times Come Again No More Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many…
Oh! Susanna I come from clabama With my banjo on my knee…



Susanna I come from clabama With my banjo on my knee…


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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Indah Huegele

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flow'r thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

We have roamed and loved mid the bowers,
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we stray'd.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?



All comments from YouTube:

Berkley Pearl

I’m writing a research paper on civil war era funeral practices in Texas. I recently read in the diary of a man, that before his sweet little daughter passed away from scarlet fever, she asked him to sing this song for her. And the girl’s mother felt that the song was prophecy and was overcome with emotion. The next day the little girl died. I’d never heard this song before. However, I’ll never be able to hear it as anything other than a loving father singing to his sick and dying daughter.
I’m now sitting here crying for a little girl that died in 1862 who’s family loved her very much

japlangston

Watch the video with Linda Rondstadt and Kate & Anna McGarrigle singing this beautiful song.

I Hate YouTube

I love your comment, it shows the connection of people no matter time, or place. I sometimes feel that way reading about people in history. I feel so bad for Sporus who committed suicide at 19/20. His was such a sad short life.
Also I'd be really interested in reading the diary you talked about. Do you still know it's name by chance?

Salty Croc

This is a stupendous version! Listening to it makes me feel like I sitting in Foster's drawing room listening to a recital with him at the piano in Pittsburgh or Cincinnati or New York (or wherever else he may have lived!) Bravo, to a performance that captures the spirit of the time this beautiful melancholy song was composed.

Buaile Bawns

If I was sitting in Foster's drawing room, I would strongly advise him to copyright his music. If I can get this dodgy Chinesium time machine from Ebay to work, I may do that. The poor guy should have been financially rewarded for his talent. Life isn't fair.

Nikola Zekić

This is the only version recorded after 1920s, that is sung according to the spirit of the time when the tune was composed. I take my hat off to both the singer and the accompanist. Warmest regards!

Indah Huegele

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flow'r thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

We have roamed and loved mid the bowers,
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we stray'd.

Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

albertdiner

Thank you so much fr the lyrics. Yet, in the vocal i think he sings " bows down WHERE i wander by the streams and the meadows where e stray'd. " Please check which is the one Stephen Foster indicated.

Tri

I sang this song in choir and the sheet music said when and not where.

S Y

Mavis Surely "when" makes more sense.

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