Gavin Friday - For Annie lyrics

Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength And no muscle I move As I lie at full length- But no matter!-I feel I am better at length And I rest so composedly Now, in my bed That any beholder Might fancy me dead- Might start at beholding me Thinking me dead The moaning and groaning The sighing and sobbing Are quieted now With that horrible throbbing At heart:- ah, that horrible Horrible throbbing! The sickness- the nausea- The pitiless pain- Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain- With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain