It Must Have Been The Roses

A E A D/F# A A Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in D E A F#m her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses. A E A All I know, I could not leave her there. D E A D E I don't know. It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in A G D E A E/G# F#m her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses. A E A All I know, I could not leave her there. A G/B A7/C# D A Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea. One pane of glass in the window. G/B A7/C# D I'm thinking well, how it may blow in all good company. No one is complaining, though. Come in and shut the door. A E D If I tell another what your own lips told to me, Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore, A E D let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see. and it's strange how no one comes 'round anymore.