thou wilt come no more gentle annie like a flower thy spirit did depart thou are 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 spring time comes gentle annie when the wild flowers are scattered oer 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 oer thy tomb shall we never more behold thee never hear thy winning voice again when the spring time comes gentle annie when the wild flowers are scattered oer the plain ah the hours grow sad while i ponder near the silent spot where thou are laid and my heart bows down when i wander by the streams and the meadows were we strayed shall we never more behold thee never hear thy winning voice again when the spring time comes gentle annie when the wild flowers are scattered oer the plain 