Guenevere

Out the room, down the hall
Through the yard, to the wall
Slashing fiercely left and right
Lance escaped them and took flight.

On a day dark and drear
Came to trial Guenevere
Ruled the jury, for her shame
She be sentenced to the flame.

As the dawn filled the sky
On the day she would die
There was wonder far an near
Would the King burn Guenevere?

Would the King let her die?
Would the King let her die?
There was wonder far and near
Would the King burn Guenevere?

She must burn. She must burn
Spoke the King: She must burn
And the moment now was here
For the end of Guenevere.

Slow her walk, bowed her head
To the stake she was led.

In his grief so alone
From the King came a moan...

Then suddenly earth and sky were dazed by a pounding roar
And suddenly through the dawn an army began to pour
And lo, ahead the army, holding aloft his spear
Came Lancelot to save his dear Guenevere.

By the score fell the dead
As the yard turned to red
Countless numbers felt his spear
As he rescued Guenevere.

In that dawn, in that gloom
More than love met its doom
In the dying candle's gleam
Came the sundown of a dream.

Guenevere, Guenevere!
In that dim, mournful year
Saw the men she held most dear
Go to war for Guenevere.

Guenevere! Guenevere!
Guenevere! Guenevere!
Saw the men she held most dear
Go to war for Guenevere! Guenevere!
Guenevere! Guenevere!