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