Beyond the Mists of Avalon,
Where Lancelot rides ever on
Where elegant damsels in pale chiffon
Oh, Merlin, weave your pentagon
Hold tight to the wings of Death's black swan,
With towers tall which brightly gleam,
I search 'til I am woebegone
For the ghost of a memory that still lingers on.
And chivalry still reigns supreme,
Where virtue is a paragon,
Beyond the Mists of Avalon.
Dine upon dishes of berries and cream.
Beyond the Mists of Avalon,
As the ghost of a memory still lingers on.
And call on the light of the last moonbeam
To create once again that land which has gone
Beyond the Mists of Avalon.
Look down and see Camelot...a shattered dream.
Beyond the Mists of Avalon,
Where the ghost of a memory still lingers on.
