Return To Camelot
I dreamed once more of Camelot ~ where King Arthur's castle stood.
And of all the battles fought ~ on hills of majestic oaks in the wood.
Twas there this foolish maid ~ whilst walking amongst the flowers
Saw great reason to be afraid ~ when I foolishly left my castle tower.
Over yon hill, too close to me ~ hundreds of warriors on the march
Their columns stretched to the sea ~ many carried a lighted torch.
Charging steeds and men advance ~ I feared I'd be their first kill
Would I be pierced by a lance ~ Would I die upon this flowered hill
Twas then I saw from Arthur's bridge ~ his legions of gallant knights
Long fought the battle upon the ridge ~ I witnessed the bloody fights.
On they raged; many strong men fell ~ outside the gates of Camelot
Entranced was I, as if held in a spell ~ Watching o'er the wooded plot.
Too late I heard the sound of steel ~ danger approached from behind
I feared that now I'd know the feel ~ of the lance. Fear was not blind.
My sorrow took control of me ~ I would miss my home in Camelot
Nay, twas then a knight I did see ~ my beloved hero, Sir Lancelot.
His buckler shone in the moonlight ~ high above the thunder boomed.
His sword was swung with all his might ~ his opponent was doomed.
With strength of arm he lifted me ~ upon his steed we rode to Camelot.
We shared a kiss, or was it three ~ twas with my knight I was besot.
This romantic tale recurs oft' to me ~ when Lancelot and I were young
Of the day my hero set me free ~ our story by bards has been sung
Still besotted with my brave knight ~ we live on, not only in the tale.
Our love shines on with the light ~ in a love that's never grown stale.
By Lin Lane
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