"Annabell" lyrics

One fine day by the old mill stream
There lived this girl and her name was Annabell and she
Lived there with her ma and da
Did this girl and her name, her name was Annabell
She was sweet as the flowers in May
Till one day she ran away from home
And packed her things and took to the road
With the few possessions in a case
She borrowed from a friend

But the neon signs of Dublin made her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the brighter things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where she hopes there's brighter things
This bird has taken wings, she looks for brighter things
For discontenment brings resentment as this girl looks for excitement

In a house on the Old Kent Road
There lived this girl and her name was Annabell
And she lives there in the small abode
In a lonely room and there she's feeling lost amongst the crowd

And every morning at half past eight
Down she goes through the factory gate and
Clocks her card in the factory hall
And for eight hours, you know, this girl
Puts pickles in a jar

But the neon signs of London made her dizzy for a while
She's lookin' for the quieter things she's found there, not her style
She'll head across the water where she knows there's quieter things
This bird has taken wings, she looks for quieter things
For discontentment brings resentment as this girl looks for contentment

La, la la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
There's nowhere else like home