Graveyard Picnic

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 sight 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 Allan and me Sit here on the ground Dead leaves in the trees all around you Come enter this land Take this book in your hand