Guinevere
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.
GuinevereLRC歌词
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.
