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