Anna's ghost can stalk this swamp Can stalk, for all I care For she left me and wandered off While I sat in despair For she left me and wandered off And never told me where Anna's ghost can see herself Reflected, white and wan In rusty stagnant water's froth A dirtied, dying swan In rusty stagnant water's froth A-weeping thereupon Anna's ghost can sit among The rotting twists of trees And pluck her ragged strands of hair Which billow in the breeze And pluck her ragged strands of hair In harp-string minor keys Anna's ghost can howl and moan In sorrow, at the moon For he's the only one who'll hear Such lonely banshee tunes For he's the only one who'll hear This song; a wood-score hewn Anna's ghost can curse the day She left my company For other folk who left her there With no road back to me For other folk who left her there To die in her degree