Valentine Wolfe - Morella

Hour after hour
would I linger by her side
and dwell upon the music of her voice
until at length its melody
was tainted with a terror
and a shadow right there fell upon my soul

I am dying, yet shall I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In death thou shalt adore

I am dying, yet shall I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In death thou shalt adore

Morella
Morella

as the years rolled away
I gazed upon her every day
then did I discover
new points of resemblance
in the child to her mother
the melancholy and the dead

I am dying, yet shall I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In death thou shalt adore

I am dying, yet shall I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In death thou shalt adore

Morella
Morella
Morella

I am dying, yet shall I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In death thou shalt adore