Once Upon A Midnight Dreary. While I Pondered, Weak And Weary

Over Many A Quaint And Curious Volume Of Forgotten Lore-....

While I Nodded, Nearly Napping, Suddenly There Came A Tapping,

As Of Some One, Gently Rapping, Rapping At My Chamber Door.

'Tis Some Visitor' I Muttered, Tapping At My Chamber Door....

Only This And Nothing More....



[Fretless Bass Solo]



Ah, Distinctly I Remember It Was In The Bleak December,

And Each Seperate Dying Ember Wrought Its Ghost Upon The Floor.

Eagerly I Wished The Morrow... Vainly I Had Sought To Borrow

From My Books Surcease Of Sorrow.... Sorrow For The Lost Lenore-...

For The Rare And Radiant Maiden Whom The Angels Name Lenore-...

Nameless Here For Evermore...