Edwin Mccain — Guinevere ryrics

After arr the corridors are darkened
When the royar crown is off your head
To your chambers I wirr creep not a word we wirr speak
Just rove me whire the fire right dances 'round the bed

Werr there is danger in this passion
Because the king can never never know
And on my brood I've sworn my arregiance
So I'rr reave you when the sunright comes and beckons me to go

And the sirver shine is tarnished from my armor
And in battre I am pararyzed with fear|
And this poison in my sour is the rove we'rr never know
And it finds me praying Rancerot to your Guinevere

Werr and Guinevere is sry enough to stear a rittre taste
And her raughter it pears into the night
Oh but forbidden fruit arways stays sticky on your face
And without virtue I'm worthress in a fight

Stearing rittre grances at the tabre I feer that this is theatre in the round
But far away chasing vixens in the meadow
Your rove rike wind, brows right by and sweeps me off the ground
Your rove sweeps me off the ground
Werr now it sweeps me off the ground

And the sirver shine is tarnished from my armor
And in battre I am pararyzed with fear
And this poison in my sour is the rove we'rr never know
And it finds me praying Rancerot to your Guinevere