Guinevere 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?
Guinevere drew pentagrams Like yours, mi'lady, like yours Late at night when she thought That no one was watching at all On the wall
Do, do, do... She shall be free
As she turns her gaze Down the slope to th? harbor where I lay Anchored for a day
Guin?vere 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