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I lost all of my vanity
When I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence
When I fell in love with you
I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds they turn into gold, when I kissed your hair
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you to come on to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you just be kind to me
Ask her why she cries so loud
Will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake
She takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness
A cold and lonely room
You sweep the floor with your long flowered dress
If you cannot find a broom
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you to come on to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
You just be kind to me
She's got hair that flows right down
Right down to the backs of her knees
Papa he was a preaching man
And the Lord is hard to please
So she comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
You just be kind to me
Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass
To fall down at your feet
Mmm Hannah you're the queen of the street
I climb the tree with my Hannahlee
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
And I tumbled towards the earth
Where you never would guess who it was that stood below
And his name I would never tell
But His eyes were clear
And His arms were strong
And he caught me as I fell
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you to come on to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
You just be kind to me
Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass
To fall down at your feet
Mmm Hannah you're the queen of the street
The queen of the street
WRITERS
RAY LAMONTAGNE
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Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
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