Once more I must leave you little Annie We must part at the end of the lane But you promised me little Annie You'd be waiting when the springtime comes again
When the springtime comes o'er the mountains And the wild flowers scatter o'er the plains I will watch for the leaves to return to the trees And I'll be waiting when the springtime comes again
When the sun shines down on the mountains And the wild sheep are wandering all alone And the birds and the bees are singing Then it makes me think that springtime won't be long
Now the springtime has come on the mountains And I'm on my way back to the lane For you promised me little Annie You'd be waiting when the springtime comes again.