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  • 作词 : Hunter
    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
    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
    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
    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
  • 作词 : Hunter
    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
    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
    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
    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