[Verse 1]
The sound of a Dixieland band reminds him of a garden
Where the old ladies sit in the shade and flutter their fans
All gathered together to gossip like a bunch of old colonels
And charm the swans from the pond with lily-white hands
[Chorus]
And is that the singing of Annabelle Lee that I hear?
Is it the ghost of the lady I'm dying to see?
Is it the ether that makes these echoes that I hear?
Well, the lady is still a lady to me
[Verse 2]
Growing up reckless some placе on the edge of thе city
And learning to take danger as a matter of course, not concern
What's the difference if there's no light in the alley
When you're so down and alone you've got no place to turn?
[Chorus]
Is that the singing of Annabelle Lee that I hear?
Is it the ghost of the lady I'm dying to see?
And is it the ether that makes these footsteps in my ear?
Well, an alley is only an alley to me
And the lady is still a part of my memory
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Is that the singing of Annabelle Lee that I hear?
And is it the ghost of the lady I'm dying to see?
And is it the ether that makes these footsteps in my ear?
Annabelle Lee was written by Bob Neuwirth.
Annabelle Lee was produced by Steven Soles.