Another New World

The leading lights of the age all wondered amongst themselves what I would do next After all that I've found, in my travels around the world, was there anything left? "Gentlemen," I said, "I've studied the charts, and if what I am thinking is right There's another new world, at the top of the world, for the first one who breaks through the ice," And I looked 'round the room In that way I once had, and I saw that they wanted belief So I said, "All I've got are my guts and my God," then I paused "and the Annabelle Lee." Oh, the Annabelle Lee, and I saw their eyes shine, the most beautiful ship in the sea My Niña, my Pinta, my Santa Maria, my beautiful Annabelle Lee [Interlude] That spring we set sail, the crowds waved from the shore, and on board the crew waved their hats But I never had family, just the Annabelle Lee, so I never had cause to look back I just set the course north, and I'd study the charts, and towards dawn I drifted toward sleep And I dreamed of the fine, deep harbor I'd find past the ice, for my Annabelle Lee After that it got colder The world got quiet, it was never quite day or quite night And the sea turned the color of sky turned the color of sea turned the color of ice 'Till at last all around us was vastness, one vast glassy desert of arsenic white And the waves that once lifted us, shifted instead into drifts against Annabelle's side And the crew gathered closer, at first for the warmth, but each day would bring a new set Of tracks in the snow, leading over the edge of the world, 'til I was the only one left Then it gets cloudy But it feels like I laid there for days, or maybe for months Oh, but Annabelle held me, the two of us happy Just to think back on all we had done [Solo] We talked of the other new worlds We'd discover as she gave up her body to me And as I chopped up her mainsail for timber I told her of all that we still had to see As the frost turned her moorings to nine-tail And the wind lashed her sides in the cold I burned her to keep me alive every night in the loving embrace of her hold And I won't call it rescue That brought me back here to the old world to drink and decline And pretend that the search for another new world was well worth the burning of mine But sometimes at night, in my dreams Comes the singing of some unknown tropical bird And I smile in my sleep Thinking Annabelle Lee's finally made it to another new world Yeah, sometimes at night in my dreams comes the singing of some unknown tropical bird And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabelle Lee's finally made it to another new world