Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes

Like yours, my lady like yours

She'd walk down through the garden

In the morning after it rained

Peacocks wandered aimlessly

Underneath an orange tree

Why can’t she see me?

Guinnevere drew pentagrams

Like yours, my lady like yours

Late at night when she thought

That no one was watching at all on the wall

She shall be free

As she turns her gaze

Down the slope to the harbor whеre I lay

Anchored for a day

Guinnevеre had golden hair

Like yours, my lady like yours

Streaming out when we'd ride

Through the warm wind down by the bay

Yesterday, seagulls circle endlessly

I sing in silent harmony

We shall be free