To the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings...
The golden bird He gave to me What happiness he brings
Like a star on a Christmas tree As the nightingale sings
And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies
And never spoke a single word But lived to do or die

We lived to do or die
Back to the days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king
The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings...

And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies
And never spoke a single word But lived to do or die
We lived to do or die

We read of tales of treason A soldiers legacy
Blood beneath the crimson sky
Fighting without reason But the crime of loyalty
A tattered flag left to fly...

Back to the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings...
The branches bent Like an archers bow As he spread his wings
And flew beneath the gentle snow As the nightingale sings...
Back to the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings...
As the nightingale sings...