To the days of AvalonWhere magic rules as kingThe moon beneath the castle wallsAs the nightingale sings...The golden birdHe gave to meWhat happiness he bringsLike a star on a Christmas treeAs the nightingale singsAnd so we sat, hand in hand and watched the firefliesAnd never spoke a single wordBut lived to do or dieWe lived to do or dieBack to the days of AvalonWhere magic ruled as kingThe moon beneath the castle wallsAs the nightingale sings...We read of tales of treasonA soldiers legacyBlood beneath the crimson skyFighting without reasonBut the crime of loyaltyA tattered flag left to fly...Back to the days of AvalonWhere magic ruled as kingThe moon beneath the castles wallsAs the nightingale sings...The branches bentLike an archers bowAs he spread his wingsAnd flew beneath the gentle snowAs the nightingale sings...Back to the days of AvalonWhere magic rules as kingThe moon beneath the castle wallsAs the nightingale sings...As the nightingale sings..