作词 : Tennyson/Ian King
 作曲 : Tennyson/Ian King
 She weaves through all the night and day
 A magic web with colours gay
 A curse is on her and 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 was her rare imbowers

 And moving through a mirror clear
 That hangs before her all the year
 She sees the world in highway near
 Wind down this 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

 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 lirra,' by the river
 Sang the brave Sir Lancelot.

 she lives inside the four gray towers
 which overlook a space of flowers,
 the island was her rare imbowers.


 She left the web, she left the loom,
 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 cracked from side to side;
 'The curse is come upon me!' cried,
 The Lady of Shalott.

 And down she came the close of the day，
 She loosed the 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.
 歌词贡献者：YiAn. Esther, Jenn Kuin N.