"Love has full hold of the world," I thought,
as I rode my steed
to the land I sought;
It is for that reason I was so bold,
     For Anne, with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
I traveled west of the foothills far,
to a lonely peak
known as Mount Drakar;
I ventured through the screaming wind and cold,
      For Anne with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
I crossed the river Torune that day,
to a vacant land
where no children played;
And there lurked the thing we called Krell, of old,
      For Anne, with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
I climbed Mount Drakar, its slopes strewn with bone,
I went to fight Krell
for the amber stone;
I entered the cave that was his stronghold,
      For Anne with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
The air was thick, it smelled of ancient blood,
I stepped further in
through old, stagnant mud,
And Krell's horrible voice like thunder rolled,
      For Anne with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
"I know that you long for my amber stone;
for your thing most dear
it can be your own,
To give to your love, to have and to hold,
      Your Anne with eyes of blue,
      Your Anne, with hair of gold."
I then left left the dark lair of Krell the Mad,
I sped for home with
the stone that I had;
Over the river which beneath me rolled,
      To Anne with eyes of blue,
      To Anne, with hair of gold.
The day of our wedding was soon arranged,
and no sign appeared
of Krell the Deranged;
With dear Anne I would happily grow old,
      My Anne with eyes of blue,
      My Anne, with hair of gold.
I had the amber stone placed in a ring,
'twould be a gift fit
for any great king;
Cast was the ring from a platinum mold,
      For Anne with eyes of blue,
      For Anne, with hair of gold.
Standing at the altar with Anne of mine,
the voice of Krell sent
a chill up my spine:
"For that amber stone something you have sold,
      Hark! Anne with eyes of blue,
      Hark! Anne, with hair of gold."
It was then that I realized mt grave mistake;
it would be my love
he would surely take;
I knew I was foolish rather than bold,
      Flee! Anne with eyes of blue,
      Go! Anne, with hair of gold.
Krell flipped his hand and sang an evil note;
Anne fell to the floor,
Anne reached for her throat;
I stood there watching her pained eyes grow cold,
      Dear Anne with eyes of blue,
      Dear Anne, with hair of gold.
Krell was gone and with me was the stone;
the next moonrise I
buried Anna alone;
And of evil Krell no more will be told,
      My Anne with eyes of blue,
      Dear Anne, with hair of gold.
I held the amber stone next to the sea
on a bluff dwelt on
and cried on by me,
Blasted by winds of brine and icy cold.
      O Anne with eyes of blue,
      O Anne, with hair of gold.
To the cliff I carried the amber stone;
it sailed through the wind
with musical tone,
It plunged to the surf which beneath me rolled,
      To Anne with eyes of blue,
      To Anne, with hair of gold.