Oh my Annabelle cast in stone
Pick the juniper and bring it home
The door is shut and the stems are cut
Away, away, away
We watched the fog crawling up the hill
From my backstreet Dalston window sill
As the chimneys choked and the ravens broke
Away, away, away
My Annabelle, the blame's on me
I can't take anything seriously
Every time I try honestly
It always seems to slip away from me
The morning you left for Adelaide
I think about it almost everyday
You said Just hold my wrists before I'm whisked
Away, away, away
My Annabelle, the blame's on me
I can't take anything seriously
Every time I try honestly
It always seems to slip away from me
My words will hang here like gossamer
In our bedroom that still smells of juniper
So fare thee well, my Annabelle
Away, away, away