Lady Of Shalott

Intro: - - - - - -   On either side of the river lie   Long fields of barley and of rye   That clothe the world and meet the sky;   And thro’ the field the road run by   To many-towered Camelot;   And up and down the people go   Gazing where the lilies blow   Round an island there below    The island of Shalott.   A bow-shot from her bower-eaves   He rode between the barley sheaves   The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves   And flamed upon the brazen greaves    Of bold Sir Lancelot.   A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d   To a lady in his shield   That sparkled on the yellow field   Beside remote Shalott.   She left the web she left the loom   She made three paces taro’ the room   She saw the water-lily bloom   She saw the helmet and the plume    She looked down to Camelot.   Out flew the web and floated wide;   The mirror cracked from side to side;   "The curse is come upon me" cried    The Lady of Shalott. Bridge: ( - - - - - ) x2   In the stormy east-wind straining   The pale yellow woods were waning   The broad stream in his banks complaining.   Heavily the low sky raining   Over towered Camelot;    Down she came and found a boat   Beneath a willow left afloat   And round about the prow she wrote    The Lady of Shalott.   Who is this? And what is here?   And in the lighted palace near   Died the sound of royal cheer;   And they crossed themselves for fear   All the Knights at Camelot;   But Lancelot mused a little space   He said "She has a lovely face;   God in his mercy lend her grace    The Lady of Shalott." Ending: - - - - - - - -