Lady Cordelia, stood upon the hill
Her dress blew straight as the sun peaked upon the valley;
The lilies blew over the river,
They fly among the crisp air, and quiver
The sun looked down on Camelot;
She attended the ball when the sun went down, as she had doeth
The moon looked down on Camelot;
She had to go back to the towers and walls of brick,
But when the sun comes back up, she will go back out and stand there;
Stand there where the lilies flew,
The wall of brick came tumbling down, where the flames melted the stone;
The soldiers stood praising victoriously;
Lady Cordelia fell to her knees, she could not think the image away;
Fainting into the depths of despair, there she lay upon the hill of Camelot