Life upon her hair But not within her eyes A smooth touch of death is taking this bride The spirit flown forever Go up to God so solemnly The dead may feel no wrong So she was the one who died and it´s gone her pride Cause she died so young Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore Let the burial rite be read The funeral song be sung The sweet Lenore hath gone before With Hope that flew beside A shadow round by your bed The ghost of her, Lenore So what would make you cry But this wound inside Though you look so strong Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore Lenore, Lenore