Charcoal Annie’s moving down the track Dear old Annie’s got a heavy sack It’s full of charcoal which she burnt to sell And the blacksmith will buy it for it burns so well Charcoal Annie’s living all alone Charcoal Annie doesn’t have a home The sky’s her ceiling and the grass her floor And when she sells her charcoal she’ll make some more Chorus: Charcoal Annie’s moving down the track Dear old Annie’s got a heavy sack She loves the bush and her life so free And if you see old Annie, wish her well for me. Her deep, sad eyes tell of sorrow and pain Where is her family, will she see them again? Was there someone who told her lies? Oh what is the story that haunts those eyes? chorus Down on the river more wood she burns She won’t raise camp till the season turns She loves the bush and her life so free And if you see old Annie, wish her well for me © Jim Low
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