Lenore

Lenore
Life upon her hair
But not within her eyes
A smooth touch of death is taking this bride
The spirit flown forever

Go up to God so solemnly
The dead may feel no wrong
So she was the one who died and it´s gone her pride
‘Cause she died so young
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore
Let the burial rite be read
The funeral song be sung
The sweet Lenore hath gone before
With Hope that flew beside
A shadow round by your bed
The ghost of her, Lenore
So what would make you cry
But this wound inside
Though you look so strong
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore
Lenore, Lenore