To the days of Avalon
Where [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
soldiers legacy
Blood beneath the crimson sky
Fighting without reason
But the crime of loyalty
tattered flag left to fly

Back to the days of Avalon
Where [bad word] as king
The moon beneath the castles 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 [bad word] as king
The moon beneath the castle walls
As the nightingale sings
As the nightingale sings