Once I lived in Camelot and catered to my king
and all about lay fields and woods with lovely forest things
Deer grazed at dusk within our sights
Rabbits played leap frog on the grass
and woodchucks took enormous bites of pears and watched the seasons pass
Gardens bloomed beneath my touch
Knights and ladies graced my board
and I could never do enough to please my Lord
Then Lancelot came to the king and gave his sturdy arm
Did all the king required and more


He kept the king from harm
but there are kings and there are kings
and so the trouble start
The king abused me coldly cruel
and Lancelot could mend my heart
In tender sympathy and love he held my body and my mind
and while the king was churlish, well
Lancelot was kind
Yes I remember Camelot and how he broke it apart
and all those sylvan golden days that make the teardrops start
I have compassion for my king
now Lancelot is just a dream
If you were once in Camelot you know I was the queen


There is a punishment, I have read,
for queens who take their knights to bed
But kings who cause this pain and strife
Live to respect it all their life
The castle stands in Camelot
It's ghosts are their for sure
and none survive within its' walls except the pure