Texty: The Decemberists. Annan Water.

Annan water
You loom so deep and wide
I would cross over
If you would stem the tide

Or build a boat
that I might ford the other side
To reach the farther shore
where my true love lies in wait for me
In wait for me
In wait for me
In wait for me

Oh, gray river
Your waters ramble wild
The horses shiver
and bite against the bridle
But I will cross
if mine own horse is pulled from me

Though my mother cries
that if I try I sure will drown it be
Will drown it be
Will drown it be
Will drown it be

But if you cull
And let me pass
You may render me a wreck
When I come back

So calm your waves
And slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones
on my return

Annan water
Oh hear my true love's call
Hear her holler
Above your water's pall

God, that I could
That my two arms could give me way
And I would cross your breath
And rest my breast about her amber ring
Her amber ring
Her amber ring

But if you cull
And let me pass
You may render me a wreck
When I come back

So calm your waves
And slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones
On my
On my
Return


(Thanks to EJennings for correcting these lyrics)