The Lady of Shalott Lyrics

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And through the field the road runs 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

Weaving dreams both night and day

In her tower kept at bay

Cursed to see the world this way

Yearning for the light of day

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colors gay

She has heard a whisper say

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights

For often through the silent nights

A funeral with plumes and lights

And music went to Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead

Came two young lovers lately wed;

"I am half sick of shadows" said

The Lady of Shalott

Weaving dreams both night and day

In her tower kept at bay

Cursed to see the world this way

Yearning for the light of day

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves

He rode between the barley-sheaves

The sun came dazzling through the leaves

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot

A red-cross knight for ever kneeled

To a lady in his shield

That sparkled on the yellow field

Beside remote Shalott

Weaving dreams both night and day

In her tower kept at bay

Cursed to see the world this way

Yearning for the light of day

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights

And sometimes through the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true

The Lady of Shalott

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

"The curse is come upon me" cried

The Lady of Shalott

Weaving dreams both night and day

In her tower kept at bay

Cursed to see the world this way

Yearning for the light of day

She drifted down to Camelot:

And 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

And round about the prow she wrote

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott