The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair,
Where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
Amid the thunder and the lighting,
That cracks the black of night,
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee,
My merman of the sea,
So beautiful a creature, the world has never seen,
To gaze upon his beauty, is to wake up in a dream,
And drift forever, in those tranquil eyes of green,
Those dreamy eyes, of my darling Cannon Lee
I met him on the shore of Evermore,
Where he laid upon the rocks, his tail torn,
Battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
Dying in the wake of early morn
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
And felt his shallow breath, upon my tear stained face,
As he took me with a kiss,
To his home beneath the sea,
To the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
Visions of Atlantis, were painted in my mind,
A castle on a cliff, where liquid valleys wind,
Amid the blue and green
And all the shades of light that fall between,
The difference of awake and in a dream.
And in that final hour,
His heart began to beat as mine,
And I knew forever more that I would never find,
A love so deep, complete and so divine,
As the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
My darling Cannon Lee.
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,
And fall into, those dreamy eyes of green, once more.