My Anabell
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 painting on the wall
My Anabel stares down the hall
She sees the torments of my hell
My beloved lovely Annabel
.
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
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