Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary   over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-....   While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,   As of some one, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.   'Tis some visitor' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door....   Only this and nothing more....      [Fretless Bass solo]      Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,   and each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.   Eagerly I wished the morrow... Vainly I had sought to borrow   from my books surcease of sorrow.... Sorrow for the lost Lenore-...   For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-...   Nameless here for evermore...