There she stands, her blonde hair blowing in the wind,
The sun shows upon her blushing cheeks.
Her flowing dress blows to the side, as a strong gust blows up.
There he stands, a knight next to his horse,
The sun gleaming in the shine of his armor.
His eyes searching for his maiden, who stands on top of a hill.
Their eyes meet, their hearts leap,
But then the King comes out to greet his wife,
And the knight is forced to silence as his love returns to her husband.
This silenced love must be, for peace to reign in Camelot.
