Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk, and lace The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase Sparkles on fingers slender and pale.
The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne Is sipped by the queen's lips and so gently. Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight Such is the silence of royal Camelot.
The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk, and lace The rustle of the gown on the marble staircase Sparkles on fingers both slender and pale.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk, and lace The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase Sparkles on fingers slender and pale.
The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne Is sipped by the queen's lips and so gently. Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight Such is the silence of royal Camelot.
The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk, and lace The rustle of the gown on the marble staircase Sparkles on fingers both slender and pale.