It was many and many a year ago,
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In a kingdom by the sea,
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That a maiden there lived whom you may know
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By the name of Annabel Lee;
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And this maiden she lived with no other thought
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Than to love and be loved by me.
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I was a child and she was a child,
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In that princedom by the sea.
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But we loved with a love that was
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more than just love,
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With a love even the seraphs up in heaven covet.
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And that was the reason that long ago,
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In that princedom asleep by the sea,
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That a wind shut her body in a sepulcher,
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Buried in the sea,
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That bore my sweet darling away from me.
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Oh, the angels they envied us-envied our love.
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Yes, that was the reason the wind came out,
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Stirred the air and made the waves shake madly,
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Killing my Annabel Lee. Oh my Annabel Lee.
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Our love it was strong. So strong
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That neither the angels up in heaven
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Nor the demons in the sea,
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Can ever dissever my soul from the
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Soul of my Annabel Lee.
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Three
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| La Dispute |
