Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes
Like yours, my lady like yours
She'd walk down through the garden
In the morning after it rainedPeacocks 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 wallShe shall be free
As she turns her gaze
Down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for a dayGuinnevere had golden hair
Like yours, my lady like yours
Streaming out when we'd ride
Through the warm wind down by the bayYesterday, seagulls circle endlessly
I sing in silent harmony
We shall be free