silver bell

Gregory Alan Isakov

Annabelle, I ll be gambling
till 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