Annabelle, I´ll be gambling ´til my bones are ´neath the apple field
Silver rain makes green every once in a while

I been lost, lost at every crossing, I was just drifting cold

Couldn´t tell ya how many times I was ready to fold

Finally found us some good luck, let´s see if it lasts

Cold, cold, every shoulder, still I learned to lean and freeze
Your roaring smile, campfire lit up the trees

Aw, my gal, she´s a silver bell, she pulls straight from the loam
Just a kiss from your lips and I´m ready to go

Finally found us some good luck, let´s see if it lasts

Swing high, swing low, come to carry

We´re here on the ground, but I swear it´s heaven