Текст:
Sweet Anabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the Waves do lather up
and lay her down
'til she's and sleeping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping but oh
If I could only get you ocean side
stretch your muscles wide
it'd be heavenly
And Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
to leave these lolling shores
and get you oceanside
At Rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right or reaping
Oh well
I guess I'm nothing but a neer-do-well
(Even though that's something I could never do well)
I'm on track and keeping
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the Waves do lather up
and lay her down
'til she's and sleeping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping but oh
If I could only get you ocean side
stretch your muscles wide
it'd be heavenly
And Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
to leave these lolling shores
and get you oceanside
At Rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right or reaping
Oh well
I guess I'm nothing but a neer-do-well
(Even though that's something I could never do well)
I'm on track and keeping
