Stephanie Lee

It was numerous and numerous a year prior,

In a realm by the ocean,

That a lady there lived whom you might be aware

By the name of Stephanie Lee;

What's more, this lady she lived with no other idea

Than to cherish and be adored by me.

I was a youngster and she was a kid,

In this realm by the ocean;

Yet, we cherished with an affection that was more than adoration

I and my Stephanie Lee;

With an adoration that the winged seraphs of paradise

Desired her and me.

What's more, this was the explanation that, some time in the past,

In this realm by the ocean,

A breeze smothered of a cloud, chilling

My wonderful Stephanie Lee;

With the goal that her aristocratic brother came

Also, bore her away from me,

To quiet her down in a catacomb

In this realm by the ocean.

The holy messengers, not half so cheerful in paradise,

Went begrudging her and me-

Indeed! that was the explanation

(as all men know, in this realm by the ocean)

That the breeze emerged from the cloud around evening time,

Chilling and killing my Stephanie Lee.

However, our affection it was more grounded by a wide margin than the adoration

Of the individuals who were more established than we-

Of numerous far more shrewd than we-

Also, neither the holy messengers in paradise above,

Nor the devils down under the ocean,

Can at any point dissever my spirit from the spirit

Of the lovely Stephanie Lee.

For the moon never radiates without bringing me dreams

Of the wonderful Stephanie Lee;

Furthermore, the stars never rise however I feel the brilliant eyes

Of the lovely Stephanie Lee;

Thus, all the night-tide, I rests by the side

Of my sweetheart my dear my life and my lady,

In the tomb there by the ocean,

In her burial chamber by the sounding ocean.