...And when the midnight oil gets burned, 'till not a stone is left unturned. He will search everywhere and he'll find them I swear. Oh, you won't be an orphan for long! When other men would call it quits, and disappear, He'll use his fortune and his wits. So never fear. Cross the street or cross the sea, Annie sweet, we guarantee that you won't be an orphan for long. Tomorrow morning it begins. You're with the man who always wins. Trust in him and he'll prove, mountains easily move. Oh, you won't be an orphan-no, you won't be an orphan for long. ...Yesterday was plain awful. But that's not now that's then! I'm poor as a mouse. I'm richer than Midas. But nothing on earth could ever divide us. And if tomorrow I'm an apple seller too, I don't need anything but you! I love the way God speaks to me some times. | 
