Lyrics

Anne Marie
Mo Stroemel
Copyright 2001 Long Tree Music

Sitting on the delta on a Sunday afternoon
Waiting for the Natchez to drift by.
Thinking 'bout my past and the memories that last
Looking at the clouds up in the sky

Her name was Anne Marie and she's still inside of me.
The memory of her seems to set me free.
But I was much too shy, she was with another guy
So I let the opportunity slip by.

Through six and seven and eight
I'd stand around and wait
For her to make her way down the hall.
But I know she never heard, 'cause I never said a word,
I was much too scared to make the call

Her name was Anne Marie and she's still inside of me.
The memory of her seems to set me free.
But I was much too slow, to ever let her know
So I gave up on my feelings letting go

Nine through twelve went by, and I thought I caught her eye.
But I never could be sure of anything
Then she sent a note I thought someone else wrote.
You know me I never miss a thing.

Her name was Anne Marie and she's still inside of me.
The memory of her seems to set me free.
No regrets or tears as I wander through the years
The memory of her still produces fears.

Sitting on the delta on a Sunday afternoon
Waiting for the Natchez to drift by.
Thinking 'bout my past and the memories that last
And the opportunities I've let slip by.