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 I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In d**h thou shalt adore
I am dying, yet I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In d**h 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 I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In d**h thou shalt adore
Morella
Morella
Morella
I am dying, yet I live
Her whom in life thou didst abhor
In d**h thou shalt adore