Beautiful Annabel Lee

(Harlan Howard)

I was a child and she was a child

Yet our love was something to see

My parents were poor I was turned from the door

Of my beautiful Anabel Lee.

Now the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of my beautiful Anabel Lee

And the stars never rise but I feel the soft eyes

Of my beautiful Anabel Lee.

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But not even the angels in heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can't keep me away from my meeting someday

With my beautiful Anabel Lee.

And the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of my beautiful Anabel Lee

And the stars never rise but I feel the soft eyes

Of my beautiful Anabel Lee.

My beautiful Anabel Lee...