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