Dec 2015
White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?
Sitting there in the water like earths own sweetest daughter!
Into thy silver throne where now thou sit thy silken leaves all dusky around thee knit.
White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?
She sits in water colour rich as wine. Her golden crown sits on her head glinting in the sun giving her all the glory of one.
White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?
She sits in winter water with a wavy shawl of vine, waiting for the sun to come light the sky all up. Waiting for the sun to come fill her silver cup.
Sitting there in the water like earths own sweetest daughter!
Into thy silver throne where now thou sit thy silken leaves all dusky around thee knit.
White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?
She sits in water colour rich as wine. Her golden crown sits on her head glinting in the sun giving her all the glory of one.
White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?
She sits in winter water with a wavy shawl of vine, waiting for the sun to come light the sky all up. Waiting for the sun to come fill her silver cup.
