To sleep
is to dream
to dream

you wake no more
you’ve made a mess of things
oh Anne

To chance
what the day might take
was never your thing

You held the blood
you were my everything
oh Anne

Oh, Anne
Don’t you cry
Oh, Anne don’t you cry – Anymore

To sleep is to dream
to dream
You wake no more
you’ve made a mess of things
oh anne

Oh, Anne
don’t you cry
Oh, Anne
Don’t you cry
Oh, Anne don’t you cry – Anymore

Something has changed on your face
you no longer have a place
and your dress is all packed
and the sheets are in back
to send you on your way

The chains off the door
and they’ll walk through once more
and carry you proud
and the air is a flower
that sends you on your way…

Oh, Anne
don’t you cry
Oh, Anne
don’t you cry
oh, anne
don’t you cry
Oh, Anne don’t you cry
anymore