Once in Camelot the warm season has come and has gone,
The walls of brick release down at dawn;
For her to return there as he stood there
Stood there in the cool air where it was more than he could bare
He waited there in spring, winter and only in the fall;
For her to return to attend the ball,
He would wait in the wind, even in a storm;
He would even fall down he would even mourn,
To only find out she has passed away,
Only within more than just a day
He still waited for her as if she would even come,
People of Camelot said she would never return, which only said some
But he still waited till the end of his age where he to had passed
To only see her in his spirit once more at last.