Silver Bell Lyrics – Gregory Alan Isakov
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 ***, swing low, come to carry
We’re here on the ground, but I swear it’s heaven