Guinnevere had green eyes

Like yours, mi'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?



Guinnevere drew pentagrams

Like yours, mi'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 turns her gaze

Down the slope to the harbor where I lay

Anchored for a day



Guinnevere 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