|
|||||||||||||
|
|
Autumn >> Merchandise Links
Autumn
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
|
|
