Until we've all gone to Jesus
We cannot have all things to please us
When I'm dead and buried, I'll take a hard life of tears
We can only wonder why
No matter how we try
No matter how we try
Anna's in the churchyard, she's got no life at all
She's the apple of my eye
We can only wonder why
We cannot have all things to please us
Everyday I've ever known
Didn't want to ever hear her cry
I had a daughter called her Annabelle
We cannot have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Half of the cotton, third of the corn
'Til we've all gone to Jesus
Tried to give her something like I never had
She's only got these words on a stone
Get a handful of dust
'Til we've all gone to Jesus
