Is there anyone who’s never dreamed of vanished age, of knights and kings, when magic danced along the wind, enchanters flew on dragon’s wings

A seed grew in the hearts of men, that first bright flower of chivalry, when past and present were as one, reaching for infinity

But in this cold computer age, we fear the future, scorn the past, and stumble on from day to day, in a world where nothing seems to last

What can’t be proved, can’t be believеd, legends are liеs to be dismissed, Excalibur rusts in its sheath, and Camelot does not exist

So, lady, will you go with me, and leave this barren world behind, it has no place for such as we, we’re out of fashion, out of time

If you will be my Guinevere, I’ll try to be your Lancelot, through storms and shadows we shall steer, and come at last to Camelot