On the fields of our fathers land

Marsh green pride of ENGLAND

On the moors our fathers rest

Their tales are not forgotten

In the days of kings and honor

knights defended pure hearts

On the fields where our fathers rest

Their tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN)



Bend your ear in amazement

Hear this tale from long ago

Of magic and of madmen

loves tangled web of woe

One shining knight in silver

Intentions pure as gold

One maiden fair as moonlight

Dressed in royal robes



On the fields of our fathers land

Marsh green pride of ENGLAND

On the moors our fathers rest

Their tales are not forgotten

On these fields pure love is sought

Yet vengeance has it's cruelty

The search for truth and honor

Is blinded by a beauty



The lady of the lake holds the power of a nation

A sword of valor held high above all else

A royal maiden cries out her song of longing

Longing for her shining knight to take her to the stars



On these fields of green they lay

Entwined in lovers union

A brave knight knowing nothing more

Than following his heart

When the MOORS sing out their story

A kings heart will be broken

Broken by a lifelong friend

And his bride they call the queen of wales



Hold true to your heart

Hold true to your soul

Hold true to your country men

Hold true and never falter

Love will conquer all

History has proved

Kings and kingdoms crumble

On the soft green MOORS of ENGLAND



O'er the kings round table

Jealousy rears its head

Honor has no place this night

The kings heart is filled with dread

Excaliber the sword of truth

Penetrates the soul

It leaves a wound that never heals

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