Gillian Welch

I lease twenty acres and one Jenny mule
From the Alabama trust
For half of the cotton, and a third of the corn
You get a handful of dust

We can not have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Until we've all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder why

I had a little daughter, called her Annabelle
She's the apple of my eye
Tried to give her something like I never had
I didn't want to ever hear her cry


When I'm dead and buried I'll take a hard life of tears
For every day I've ever known
Anna's in the churchyard, she's got no life at all
She's only got these words on a stone


Until we've all gone to Jesus
We only wonder why