You drew me from this stone, 

You pulled me out and up 

And now, I'm yours to wield 

But please don't use me for your hate, 

or you'll cause me to break 

See a lake-lady take me away 

Don't fear the hands of men, 

I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood. 

Just keep your hand on the hilt 

When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm. 

It's a gleam that's reflected 

From strength inside you 

Round table time again 

Confer with your secret selves, 

Your heart is in search of grails, 

Grails I can't give to you, 

No sword can help you to. 

Cut Guinevere-like desires away, 

When you want more than a crown, 

When you want a sword that sings 

I'm wrapped up in a shroud 

And tucked into a box 

But my edge is getting dull 

And my polish growing thin 

When you want more than a crown, 

When you want a sword that sings 

I'm wrapped up in a shroud 

And tucked into a box 

But my edge is getting dull 

And my polish growing thin 

For me there is no war to win 

And though I felt good in your hands 

And though I understand 

See a lake-lady take me away...