[lyrics by Harry Conklin]



On the fields of our fathers land	

Marsh green pride of ENGLAND	

On the moors our fathers rest		

Their tales are not forgotten		

In the days of kings and honor	

knights defended pure hearts		

On the fields where our fathers rest	

Their tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN)		

					

Bend your ear in amazement 	

Hear this tale from long ago		

Of magic and of madmen		

loves tangled web of woe		

One shining knight in silver

Intentions pure as gold

One maiden fair as moonlight 

Dressed in royal robes		



On the fields of our fathers land	

Marsh green pride of ENGLAND	

On the moors our fathers rest		

Their tales are not forgotten		

On these fields pure love is sought	

Yet vengeance has it's cruelty	

The search for truth and honor	

Is blinded by a beauty



The lady of the lake holds the power of a nation

A sword of valor held high above all else

A royal maiden cries out her song of longing

Longing for her shining knight to take her to the stars



On these fields of green they lay

Entwined in lovers union

A brave knight knowing nothing more 

Than following his heart

When the MOORS sing out their story

A kings heart will be broken

Broken by a lifelong friend

And his bride they call the queen of wales



Hold true to your heart 

Hold true to your soul

Hold true to your country men 

Hold true and never falter 

Love will conquer all

History has proved

Kings and kingdoms crumble

On the soft green MOORS of ENGLAND



O'er the kings round table

Jealousy rears its head

Honor has no place this night

The kings heart is filled with dread

Excaliber the sword of truth

Penetrates the soul

It leaves a wound that never heals

Now the queen will pay with her very soul



A gallant knight will fight this day

For queen and for honor

Gladly ending all the strife

Between a queen and king

Once Morgana's spell is broken

By this shining knight in silver

Trading life's blood for his honor

Is a brave Knights highest deed