The dear old meadow larks were sweetly calling,
It seemed to me they only called for you,
The shadows of the twilight time were falling,
And down your cheeks the tears were falling, too;
You said “Goodbye” and kissed me when we parted,
Your heart was filled with sorrow I could see,
And then I turned and whispered, broken hearted,
“When meadow larks are calling look for me”
When the meadow larks are calling, Annie darling,
I’ll be waiting by the brooklet cool and clear;
For my bonnie Annie Laurie,
When the meadow larks are calling dear.”
My heart is sad and lonely with its roaming,
And longs to be with you beside the stream,
For ev’ry where I wander in the gloaming,
Your face appears to me as in a dream,
So smile again, I’ll be with you tomorrow,
The sweetest little girlie of them all,
And then we’ll say “adieu” to all our sorrow,
When larks down in the meadow softly call.
Buck, Richard H. and Morse, Theodore, "When the Medow-Larks Are Calling, Annie Laurie" (1908). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1718.
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