Interpret:

Waylon Jennings

Album:

Waylon Sings Ol' Harlan

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.


[Instrumental]


 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...