Lyrics Another New World - Punch Brothers
The
leading
lights
of
the
age
all
wondered
among
themselves
what
I
would
do
next,
After
all
that
I'd
found,
in
my
circles
around
the
world,
was
there
anything
left?
"Gentlemen,"
I
said,
"I've
studied
the
maps,
and
if
what
I
am
thinking
is
right,
There's
another
new
world,
at
the
top
of
the
world,
for
whoever
can
break
through
the
ice,"
I
looked
'round
the
room,
in
that
way
I
once
had,
and
I
saw
that
they
wanted
belief,
So
I
said,
"All
I've
got
are
my
guts
and
my
God,"
then
I
paused,
"and
the
Annabel
Lee."
Oh,
the
Annabel
Lee,
I
saw
their
eyes
shine,
the
most
beautiful
ship
in
the
sea,
My
Nina,
my
Pinta,
my
Santa
Maria,
my
beautiful
Annabel
Lee
That
spring
we
set
sail,
and
the
crowd
waved
from
shore,
and
on
board
the
sailors
waved
caps,
But
I'd
never
had
family,
just
the
Annabel
Lee,
so
I
never
had
cause
to
look
back.
I
just
studied
the
charts,
set
the
course
north,
and
towards
dark
I
drifted
toward
sleep,
And
I
dreamed
of
the
fine,
deep
harbor
I'd
find
past
the
ice,
for
my
Annabel
Lee.
After
that
it
got
colder,
and
the
world
got
quiet.
It
was
never
quite
day
or
quite
night.
And
the
sea
turned
the
color
of
sky
turned
the
color
of
sea
turned
the
color
of
ice.
After
that
all
around
us
was
vastness,
one
glassy
desert
of
arsenic
white,
And
the
waves
that
once
lifted
us,
shifted
instead
into
drifts
against
Annabel's
sides.
And
the
crew
gathered
closer,
at
first
for
the
comfort,
but
each
morning
would
bring
a
new
set
Of
tracks
in
the
snow,
leading
over
the
edge
of
the
world,
til
I
was
the
only
one
left.
And
as
the
going
got
slower,
colder
and
colder,
my
crew
drifted
closer
to
me,
At
first
for
the
comfort,
but
then
it
was
more
like
the
icebergs
rammed
Annabel
Lee
As
the
floes
shrieked
her
hull,
the
shouting
began,
and
a
mast
snapped
off
in
the
wind,
And
I
woke
up
much
later,
my
crew
disappeared,
and
they
never
were
heard
from
again
After
that
it
gets
cloudy,
But
it
feels
like
I
laid
there
for
days,
or
maybe
for
months
But
Annabel
held
me,
the
two
of
us
happy,
Just
to
think
back
on
all
we
had
done
I
told
her
{We
talked)
of
the
other
new
worlds
We'd
discover
as
she
gave
up
her
body
to
me,
As
I
chopped
up
her
mainsail
for
timber,
I
told
her
of
all
that
we
still
had
to
see.
As
the
ice
{frost}
turned
her
moorings
To
nine-tails
and
the
wind
lashed
her
sides
in
the
cold,
I
burned
her
to
keep
me
alive
every
night
in
the
loving
embrace
of
her
hold.
I
can't
{won't}
call
it
rescue,
What
brought
me
back
here
to
this
old
world
to
drink
and
decline,
Pretend
that
the
search
for
another
new
world
was
well
worth
the
burning
of
mine.
But
sometimes
at
night,
in
my
dreams,
Comes
the
singing
of
some
unheard
tropical
bird,
And
I
smile
in
my
sleep,
Thinking
Annabel
Lee's
finally
made
it
to
the
top
of
the
world.
Yeah,
sometimes
at
night
in
my
dreams
comes
the
singing
of
some
unheard
tropical
bird,
And
I
smile
in
my
sleep,
thinking
Annabel
Lee's
finally
found
another
new
world.
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