Listen now children, a story I'll tell<br />
Of a woman they called Anna Lee<br />
She had a fine son and she raised him up well<br />
And a daughter as lovely as she<br />
<br />
I'll return to you dear in the dimming of day<br />
As the sparrow returns to her nest<br />
I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby<br />
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast<br />
<br />
She sang to her darlings a sweet lullaby<br />
As the cool evening shadows grow long<br />
Angels and nightingales gathering nigh<br />
Just to hear mother Anna Lee's song<br />
<br />
I'll return to you dear in the dimming of day<br />
As the sparrow returns to her nest<br />
I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby<br />
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast<br />
<br />
Early one morning she rode into town<br />
To tend to her dear sister there<br />
She kissed her two babies on cheek and on brow<br />
And left them with nary a care<br />
<br />
The wind it did rise and the rain it did fall<br />
The river a shadowy wave<br />
Anna Lee never heard danger's dark call<br />
And was swept to her watery grave<br />
<br />
I'll return to you dear in the dimming of day<br />
As the sparrow returns to her nest<br />
I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby<br />
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast