To the days of Avalon

Where magic rules as king

The moon beneath the castle walls

As the nightingale sings...



The golden bird

He gave to me

What happiness he brings

Like a star on a Christmas tree

As the nightingale sings



And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies

And never spoke a single word

But lived to do or die

We lived to do or die



Back to the days of Avalon

Where magic ruled as king

The moon beneath the castles walls

As the nightingale sings...



And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies

And never spoke a single word

But lived to do or die

We lived to do or die



We read of tales of treason

A soldiers legacy

Blood beneth the crimson sky

Fighting without reason

But the crime of loyalty

A tattered flag left to fly...



To the days of Avalon

Where magic rules as king

The moon beneath the castle walls

As the nightingale sings...



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Back to the days of Avalon

Where magic ruled as king

The moon beneath the castles walls

as the nightingale sings...

as the nightingale sings...