A
silence fell upon the hall
As the minstrel tuned his lyre
The feast was through, the embers
Burning low within the fire.
"I will tell a tale," he said,
His voice rang loud and clear
And then he whispered quietly
So all strained to hear:
"A tale of heroes and battles,
This tale I will sing:
Of a forging of a kingdom
And the crowning of a king.
"I will sing a tune
Of Camelot, fair Camelot,
I will play this tune upon my lyre.
"A babe was born in England,
A babe of noble birth,
One who would bring peace
To those upon this Earth.
. . .
And the minstrel played a tune
Of Camelot, fair Camelot.
The minstrel strummed the tune upon his Lyre.
Various dates
Related Books:
Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson
The Crimson Chalice by Victor Canning