Oceanside - The Decemberists

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