Released on the album 'Song Be my Soul' by Deborah Rose

Words - from the Victorian ballad 'The Lady of Shalott'
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) - adapted by Ian King and Deborah Rose

Music/Piano - Ian King
Vocals - Deborah Rose
Violin - Dan Cassidy
Cello - Catherine Harper

Recorded by Andy Bell at the Hatch Studios
Mixed by Gavin Monaghan at Magic Garden Studios

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LADY OF SHALOTT

She weaves throughout the night and day
A magic web with colours gay
A curse is on her, so they say
If she look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be
And so she weaveth steadily
And little other care hath she
The Lady of Shalott.

She lives inside the four gray towers
Which overlook a space of flowers
The island holds her in its powers.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
She sees the world and highway near
Wind on its way to Camelot.
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue
The knights come riding two by two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott.

She lives inside the four gray towers
Which overlook a space of flowers
The island holds her in its powers.

And when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
“I am half-sick of shadows” said
The Lady of Shalott.
Then from the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lira” by the river
Sang the brave Sir Lancelot.

She lives inside the four gray towers
Which overlook a space of flowers
The island holds her in its powers.

She left the web, she left the room
She saw the water-lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide
And the mirror crack’d from side to side
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Then down she came at close of day,
She loosed a boat and down she lay,
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
And ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.