[ti:The Lady Of Shalott]
[ar:Loreena McKennitt]
[al:The Visit]

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[00:00.00]Loreena McKennitt - The Lady Of Shalott
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[00:36.66]On either side of the river lie
[00:40.53]Long fields of barley and of rye,
[00:45.09]That clothe the world and meet the sky;
[00:49.17]And thro' the field the road run by
[00:52.68]To many-towered Camelot;
[00:56.93]And up and down the people go,
[01:00.60]Gazing where the lilies blow
[01:04.89]Round an island there below,
[01:07.92]The island of Shalott. 
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[01:12.90]Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
[01:16.56]Little breezes and dusk and shiver
[01:20.41]Thro' the wave that runs forever
[01:24.19]By the island in the river
[01:27.52]Flowing down to Camelot.
[01:31.92]Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
[01:35.89]Overlook a space of flowers,
[01:39.77]And the silent island imbowers
[01:43.27]The Lady of Shalott. 
[01:45.91]
[01:48.07]Only reapers, reaping early,
[01:51.59]In among the bearded barley
[01:55.38]Hear a song that echoes cheerly
[01:59.30]From the river winding clearly
[02:02.85]Flowing down to tower'd Camelot; 
[02:07.14]And by the moon the reaper weary,
[02:10.85]Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
[02:14.51]Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
[02:18.35]The Lady of Shalott." 
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[02:38.26]There she weaves by night and day
[02:41.78]A magic web with colours gay,
[02:45.52]She has heard a whisper say,
[02:49.33]A curse is on her if she stay
[02:52.78]To look down to Camelot.
[02:56.93]She knows not what the curse may be,
[03:00.44]And so she weaveth steadily,
[03:04.44]And little other care hath she,
[03:07.84]The Lady of Shalott. 
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[03:12.74]But in her web she still delights
[03:16.36]To weave the mirror's magic sights,
[03:20.78]For often thro' the silent nights
[03:24.12]A funeral, with plumes and with lights
[03:27.89]And music, went to Camelot;
[03:32.48]Or when the Moon was overhead,
[03:35.78]Came two young lovers lately wed.
[03:39.66]"I am half sick of shadows," she said
[03:43.19]The Lady Of Shalott. 
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[04:05.16]A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
[04:08.76]He rode between the barley sheaves,
[04:12.51]The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
[04:16.23]And flamed upon the brazen greaves
[04:20.05]Of bold Sir Lancelot.
[04:24.43]A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
[04:28.26]To a lady in his shield,
[04:31.92]That sparkled on the yellow field,
[04:35.12]Beside remote Shalott. 
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[04:39.76]His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
[04:43.32]On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
[04:46.84]From underneath his helmet flow'd
[04:50.31]His coal-black curls as on he rode,
[04:53.94]As he rode down to Camelot.
[04:58.36]From the bank and from the river
[05:01.76]He flashed into the crystal mirror,
[05:06.02]"Tirra Lirra," by the river
[05:09.40]Sang Sir Lancelot. 
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[05:13.91]She left the web, she left the loom,
[05:17.55]She made three paces taro' the room,
[05:21.74]She saw the water-lily bloom,
[05:25.85]She saw the helmet and the plume,
[05:29.07]She looked down to Camelot.
[05:33.03]Out flew the web and floated wide;
[05:37.23]The mirror cracked from side to side; 
[05:40.99]"The curse is come upon me," cried
[05:44.36]The Lady of Shalott. 
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[06:04.38]In the stormy east-wind straining,
[06:07.99]The pale yellow woods were waning,
[06:11.65]The broad stream in his banks complaining.
[06:15.37]Heavily the low sky raining
[06:18.95]Over towered Camelot;
[06:23.23]Down she came and found a boat
[06:26.30]Beneath a willow left afloat,
[06:30.46]And round about the prow she wrote
[06:33.72]The Lady of Shalott 
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[06:38.16]And down the river's dim expanse
[06:41.98]Like some bold seer in a trance,
[06:45.76]Seeing all his own mischance
[06:49.49]With a glassy countenance
[06:52.79]Did she look to Camelot.
[06:57.28]And at the closing of the day
[07:00.54]She loosed the chain and down she lay;
[07:04.80]The broad stream bore her far away,
[07:08.11]The Lady of Shalott. 
[07:11.46]
[07:31.18]Who is this? And what is here?
[07:35.65]And in the lighted palace near
[07:39.51]Died the sound of royal cheer;
[07:43.43]And they crossed themselves for fear,
[07:47.17]All the Knights at Camelot;
[07:51.66]But Lancelot mused a little space
[07:57.94]He said, "She has a lovely face;
[08:02.02]God in his mercy lend her grace,
[08:06.53]The Lady of Shalott." 
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