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Guinevere

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


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 lip and so gently
Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight
Such is the silence over 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 her gown on the marble staircase
Sparkles on her fingers both slender and pale

The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps
Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain


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Guinevere (Donovan In Concert Version)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


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 lip and so gently
Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight
Such is the silence over 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 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

[Introducing Widow With Shawl (A Portrait), only at the end of this track in the 2006 expanded version. In the 1968 original album version it's at the begining of Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)]:

You sound very nice as well. This next song, you must imagine, takes place in the Eighteenth Century, in England, somewhere. And this song tells the story of a young lady who is lamenting her lover, who has gone to sea. This is in the days of the sailing ships, and when they went to sea, they went away for... a long time. Twenty-five years, maybe thirty years. Well, this is a widow... she supposes she's a widow, and she's walking along the beach. And this is her song.

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