Each evening, from December to December
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot
Think back
On all the tales that you remember
Of Camelot
Ask every person if he's heard the story
And tell it strong and clear, if he has not
But once, there was a fleeting wisp of glory
Called Camelot
Camelot
Camelot
Now, say it out with love and joy
Camelot
Camelot
Yes! Camelot, my boy
We can't get to where we want to go from here
But you will get us closer, yes?
(Yes, Your Majesty)
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment
That was known as Camelot
Arthur?
You'll try again
And again
(Yes, sir)
What are you doing?
You've got a battle to fight!
I've won my battle
Here's my victory
Now, run
Sir Tom
(Yes, milord)
Behind the lines!
(Yes, milord!)
Who was that?
That was the future, Pellie
And we glimpsed it for a moment
He's one of what we all are
Less than a drop in the great blue motion
Of the sunlit sea
But it seems some of the drops sparkle, Pellie
I'm sure of it
Some of them do sparkle
Now, run, Tom
Run! Tom!
Run