Oh the Lady of Shalott
Cursed to never gaze upon the world outside
In the river she lies, pale and still
By the river Camelot, a tower stands tall
Bound by a spell, her life forgot
"She has a lovely face," he says with a will
Forsaking her loom, she steps into the light
The curse has taken hold, her world starts to fade
Her gaze is fixed, her fate is unfurled
Weaving her tapestry, day by day
Her fate is sealed, her life denied
Drifting away, her song is played
Down to the river, her boat is made
She glimpses him, her heart begins to race
Lancelot gazes on, his heart does not thrill
Oh the Lady of Shalott
Mirrored images, her only lot
Trapped inside her tower, she must stay
Sir Lancelot rides by, a dazzling sight
Oh the Lady of Shalott
Cursed to never look upon the world
Where the Lady of Shalott weaves within her hall
And walks towards her doom, with sorrow on her face