Sweet Annabelle,
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and

sleeping.
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who fell
asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell.

I'm on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,

to lay your muscles wide,
it'd be heavenly.
& oh, if I could only coax you overboard,

to leave these lulling shores,
to get you oceanside.
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.


At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride.
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.

The field is right for reaping.
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well,
even though that's something I could never do well.

I'm on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,

to lay your muscles wide,
it'd be heavenly.
Oh, if I could only coax you

overboard,
to leave these lulling shores,
to get you oceanside.

Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.