Each evening, from December to December,

                                 Before you drift to sleep upon your cot,

Camelot cover art                                 Think back on all the tales that you remember

                                 Of Camelot.

                                 Ask ev'ry person if he's heard the story,

                                 And tell it strong and clear if he has not,

                                 That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory

                                 Called Camelot.

                                 Camelot! Camelot!

                                 Now say it out with pride and joy!




                                 Camelot! Camelot!




                                 Yes, Camelot, my boy!

                                 Where once it never rained till after sundown,

                                 By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown...

                                 Don't let it be forgot

                                 That once there was a spot

                                 For one brief shining moment that was known

                                 As Camelot.