Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes
Like yours, my lady, like yours
She’d walk down to the garden
In the morning after it rained
Yesterday
Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Underneath the 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 wall
Seagulls circle endlessly
Sing in silent harmony
She shall be free, she shall be free
As she turns her gaze
Down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for the day, yeah
Guinnevere had braided hair
Like yours, my lady, like yours
Streaming out when we’d ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
Yesterday
Seagulls wandered aimlessly
Underneath the orange tree
She shall be free