Avalon

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... 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... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king The moon beneath the castles walls as the nightingale sings...