Waylon Jennings - Beautiful Anabel Lee

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
[ guitar ]
But not even the angels in heaven above nor the demons down under the sea
Can't keep me away from my meeting someday with my beautiful Anabel Lee
And the moon never beams...
My beautiful Anabel Lee