Guinevere had Green eyes
Like yours, mi'lady, like yours
She'd walk down
Through the garden
In the morning after it rained

Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Underneath an orange three
Why can't she see me?

Guinevere drew pentagrams
Like yours, mi'lady, like yours
Late at night
When she thought
That no one was watching at all
Oh, no one

Guinevere had golden hair
Like yours, mi'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 shall be free