Guinevere had green eyes
Like yours, m'lady, like yours
When 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?

Guinevere drew pentagrams
Like yours, m'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 turned her gaze down the slope
To the harbor where I lay
Anchored, such a short day

Guinevere had golden hair
Like yours, m'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 both shall be free