Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes

Like yours, my lady, like yours

She'd walk down to the garden

In the morning after it rained

Yesterday

Peacocks wandered aimlessly

Underneath the 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

Seagulls circle endlessly

Sing in silent harmony

She shall be free, she shall be free

As she turns her gaze

Down the slope to the harbor where I lay

Anchored for the day, yeah

Guinnevere had braided hair

Like yours, my lady, like yours

Streaming out when we'd ride

Through the warm wind down by the bay

Yesterday

Seagulls wandered aimlessly

Underneath the orange tree

She shall be free