David Holler

Lyrics

 
Sundays at the antique store
I saw a picture old and torn
Just a face from long ago
I fell in love, she’ll never know
 
Underneath the cypress shade
In a summer dress she made
I can feel her talk to me
Sharing her dreams only with me
 
So I must go back in time
To have the chance to make her mine
 
Annabella, lives inside a photograph
Annabella, dream of all the love we could have
Annabella
 
I can feel her in the breeze
I wonder if she’s watching me
Walking down a dreamer’s path
Into the past and the spell that she cast
 
So here I go back in time
To have the chance to make her mine
 
Annabella, lives inside a photograph
Annabella, dream of all the love we could have
Annabella
David Holler, Reno Holler, Dick Holler (c) 2012