Hannah

I lost all of my vanity When I peered into the pool I lost all of my innocence When I fell in love with you I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here Where all of my wounds they turn into gold, when I kissed your hair Now come to me Hannah Hannah won't you to come on to me And I'll lay down this bottle of wine If you just be kind to me Ask her why she cries so loud Will not say a word Eyes like ice and hands that shake She takes what she deserves To celebrate her emptiness A cold and lonely room You sweep the floor with your long flowered dress If you cannot find a broom Now come to me Hannah Hannah won't you to come on to me And I'll lay down this bottle of wine You just be kind to me She's got hair that flows right down Right down to the backs of her knees Papa he was a preaching man And the Lord is hard to please So she comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb Now come to me Hannah Hannah won't you come on to me And I'll lay down this bottle of wine You just be kind to me Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass To fall down at your feet Mmm Hannah you're the queen of the street I climb the tree with my Hannahlee My intentions they were pure Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip And I tumbled towards the earth Where you never would guess who it was that stood below And his name I would never tell But His eyes were clear And His arms were strong And he caught me as I fell Now come to me Hannah Hannah won't you to come on to me And I'll lay down this bottle of wine You just be kind to me Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass To fall down at your feet Mmm Hannah you're the queen of the street The queen of the street --- Hannah - Ray LaMontagne