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