Annabel

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In the time of the moonbeams light

Darkest moments in the night

The hound it howls for who can tell

could it be his mistress My Annabel?
 

Stood in a haze beside the hill

Silent lovely perfectly still

In the misty common beside the fell

Is it the mistress My Annabel?
 

The lightened vapors round her swirl

Her shape is that of a lovely girl

I have searched the meadows and the dell

To find once again My Annabel
 

It must be trickery of the dark

Tormenting my broken grieving heart

Inside my head the visions rave

My Annabel lies in her lonely grave
 

The wind finds gaps in bedroom shutters

And its ghostly wails it utters

When the cold nights chills my bones

My Anabel again comes home
 

In the portrait on the wall

My Anabel stares down the hall

She sees the torments of my hell

My beloved lovely Annabel

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The moon is hidden by a passing cloud

My Annabel standing in her ghostly shroud

A wind it wails with spectral sound

My Annabel fades no more to be found