That no one was watching at all on the wall
Like yours, my lady like yours
Guinnevere drew pentagrams
I sing in silent harmony
Guinnevere had golden hair
She shall be free
Why can't she see me?
Anchored for a day
Down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Yesterday, seagulls circle endlessly
She'd walk down through the garden
Streaming out when we'd ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
In the morning after it rained
Like yours, my lady like yours
Underneath an orange tree
Late at night when she thought
Peacocks wandered aimlessly
As she turns her gaze