Waylon Jennings - Beautiful Anabel Lee

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



But not even the angels in heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can keep me away from my meeting someday

With 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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