When I find the living a bore
there's a place I go.
I answer the call, go over a wall

where the crosses are all in a row.
Mind the trees, get down on my knees,
there's a hole in the gate.

I look 'round, that I won't be found
and sit down next to his grave.


If you squirm at the Conqueror Worm
this is no place for thee.
Or if you fright at the mere site

of the corpse of my Annabel Lee.
If you fear there's something you hear,
a heart beating under the floor.

Still your heart, there's no need to start
it's just me having tea with Lenore.


Sit here on the ground.
Dead leaves in the trees all around you.
Come enter this land.

Take this book in your hands.

If you find the living a bore

there's a place you can go.
Answer the call, go over the wall
where the crosses are all in a row.

Mind the trees, get down on your knees,
sneak in just like the breeze.
Look 'round, though you won't be found

it's just you, Edgar Allan and me!

Sit here on the ground.

Dead leaves in the trees all around you.
Come enter this land.
Take this book in your hands.