Lyrics
[Intro]
Once upon a, midnight dreary,
(Midnight dreary, midnight dreary!)
While I pondered, weak and weary,
(Weak and weary, weak and weary!)
Over, many, a quaint, and curious, volume of forgotten lore --
(Oh no, the forgotten lore! Woah- oh!)
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
(Tap, tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap, tap!)
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door, door!
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.
(Ohhh, nevermore, nevermore, Oh!)
[Chorus]
The black raven sits there spreading it's wings, (wings)
While I sit here contemplating all these things, (things)
while flying high in the sky, future's neigh, undefined, a worldview of mine, in this rhyme to shine, it's sublime while I cry and rise and shine, to the occasion, so I can be the best guy, of all time,
It's not easy dealing with all this and more,
That's why I stare at the sky and scream, Nevermore!
(Ohhh, Nevermore!)
(Ohhh, Nevermore!)
[Verse]
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, (yeah)
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore, (yore)
Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he, (he)
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
(My chamber door!)
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
(My chamber door!)
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
That's why I scream, nevermore.
[Chorus]
The black raven sits there spreading it's wings, (wings)
While I sit here contemplating all these things, (things)
while flying high in the sky, future's neigh, undefined, a worldview of mine, in this rhyme to shine, it's sublime while I cry and rise and shine, to the occasion, so I can be the best guy, of all time,
It's not easy dealing with all this and more,
That's why I stare at the sky and scream, Nevermore!
(Ohhh, Nevermore!)
(Ohhh, Nevermore!)
[Verse]
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
(wore)
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient Raven,
(Raven)
wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
[End]
[Ohhh, nevermore!]
[End]