Many a lonely night ago in a village by the bay
There was a sailor you may know
By the name of Ciaran MacQuaid.
He lived each day with but one thought
To love and be loved by me
And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid
I was a child and he was a child
And none so fearless and gay
And the jealous Dutchman sent a cloud to steal my Ciaran MacQuaid
It chilled his blood and took his life and left a shell for me
And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid
A wind blew out of the cloud at night
In this village by the bay
And then his high-born kinsmen came and bore his body away.
They shut him up in a sepulchre
In this village by the bay
And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid
Our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older and gray
No angels who live in heaven above
Or demons below the bay
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid
I live alone with my heart of stone
Yes, no more a lover I’ll be
And all the night-tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling- my life and my pride
And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid
Several of us were talking about and ruminating on Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “Annabel Lee.” We all ended up either setting it to music or writing something inspired by it. This is mine.
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