Anna Lee

anna lee, anna lee
specter ‘neath the olive tree
in black at dawn, shoulders drawn
there from midnight, [her] eyes to feet

[this] nightly scene evokes the tragic
twilight quietly bows to magic

anna lee anna lee
eyes as black as [the] ravens circlin’
pall of sadness shadows be

would you would you be my gal
i am i am in your thrall
you beckon but you don’t see me at all

it was something ‘bout a fire
it was something ‘bout a death
it was something ‘bout betrayal
no one seems to know the rest

all I knows is anna lee’s behest

Steeled my soul to end this yearning
i’m know her, she’ll know me yet
but my pony pulled up spooky
as I approached her silhouette

and when i neared she disappeared
my ghost love done just ghosted me

it was something ‘bout a fire
it was something grim and gory
it was something ‘bout betrayal
no one seems to know the story

and i’m left twisting in the blackest wind

would you could you come for me
darkness seems to follow me

anna lee, anna lee
lies beneath the olive tree
died in 1853
yet somehow she calls to me