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towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

The Lady of Shalott [Live; Bonus Track]

Loreena McKennitt

The Journey Begins: Elemental/To Drive the Cold Winter Away/Parallel Dreams [Barnes & Noble

2005

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, 
Overlook a space of flowers, 
And the silent isle imbowers 
The Lady of Shalott. 

Only reapers, reaping

The Lady of Shalott

Loreena McKennitt

Bonny Swans

1994

and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded

towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song

weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with

women go
Ophelia
Ophelia
The Lady of Shalott to rest her bones

Textured holes in my skin
Rougher than the surface of my sin
Lather her in oil until she's

The Lady of Shalott

Momus

Folktronic

2001

Am a kind of Lady of Shalott
Behind a drawbridge, portcullis and a moat
I glide like a ghost in my boat
The white swan nobody can own

Why do

here's my golden ticket
In your Goldberg Variations I have heard my fair lady of Shalott reach through her glasse
Holding flowers as if we were not cursed

here's my golden ticket
In your Goldberg Variations I have heard my fair lady of Shalott reach through her glasse
Holding flowers as if we were not cursed