Guinnevere, had green eyes, like yours, mi'lady like yours   She'd walk down to 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 trough the warm wind down by the bay   Yesterday   Seagulls circle endlessly, I sing in silent harmony   We shall be free