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