Down by the river where the old willows bow   Marked by time, their branches hanging low   There where the aspens stand and hide   Witness stories, day and night   Along these trees, a river runs   Its water cobalt blue   It accompanies the road through the fields of rye   Leading to a castle all folks knew   Camelot   On an island in the river, covered with flowers   Dwells a lady, wrapped in secrecy   Between tower walls that embower   Her being, being a mystery   Sniffing, in tears; a flower   While standing in the casement   Fairy lady in the tower   Who has seen her wave her hand?   Who has seen her wave her hand?   At the fields the reapers listen   And whisper: that's the lady in the tower   A voice like an angels harmonic echoing   They go numb, as her voice grows louder   And when the shallop drifts at night   Down to many towered Camelot   Floating along, where roses grow wild   Where the lady royally apparelled   With a pearl garland around her head   Serene she sleeps in the tower on her velvet bed