Graveyard Picnic Lyrics

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
I mind the trees, get down on my knees

There's a hole in the gate
I look around, 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 hand

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 around, though you won't be found

It's just you, Edgar Allen and me

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