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
Links
