As a pilgrim I did go
To a land that I
Here I stand acting like a silly clown would,
I don't
Walking in the seashore twilight,
It's then you spy carnival lights,
You
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet,
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of
When I look out my window,
many sights to see.
And when
Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could've tripped out easy
