Lyrics
The leading lights of the age all wondered among themselves what I would do next
After all that I'd found, in my travels around the world, was there anything left?
"Gentlemen," I said, "I've studied the charts, and if what I'm thinking is right
There's another new world, at the top of the world, for the first one who breaks through the ice"
And I looked 'round the room
In that way I once had, and I saw that they wanted belief
So I said, "All I've got are my guts and my God," then I paused
"And the Annabel Lee"
Oh, the Annabel Lee, and I saw their eyes shine, the most beautiful ship in the sea
My Niña, my Pinta, my Santa Maria, my beautiful Annabel Lee
That spring we set sail, the crowd waved from shore, and on board the crew waved their hats
But I'd never had family, just the Annabel Lee, so I never had cause to look back
I just set the course north, and I studied the charts, and towards dawn I drifted toward sleep
And I dreamed of the fine, deep harbor I'd find past the ice, for my Annabel Lee
After that it got colder
The world got quiet, it was never quite day or quite night
And the sea turned the color of sky turned the color of sea turned the color of ice
'Til, at last, all around us was vastness, one vast glassy desert of arsenic white
And the waves that once lifted us, shifted instead into drifts against Annabel's sides
And the crew gathered closer
At first for the warmth, but each day would bring a new set
Of tracks in the snow, leading over the edge of the world, 'til I was the only one left
And then it gets cloudy
But it seems like I laid there for days, or maybe for months
Oh, but Annabel held me, just the two of us happy
To think back on all we had done
We talked of the other new worlds we'd discover
As she gave up her body to me
As I chopped up her mainsail for timber
I told her of all that we still had to see
As the frost turned her moorings to nine-tails
And the wind lashed her sides in the cold
I burned her to keep me alive every night in the loving embrace of her hold
And I won't call it rescue
To brought me back here to this old world to drink and decline
And pretend that the search for another new world was well worth the burning of mine
But sometimes at night, in my dreams comes the singing of some unheard tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world
Yeah, sometimes at night in my dreams comes the singing of some unheard tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world
