To days of Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... The golden bird He gave to me What happiness he brings Like a star on a tree As the nightingale sings And so we sat, hand in and watched the fireflies And never spoke a word But lived to do or die We lived to do or die Back to the days of Avalon Where ruled as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... We read of tales of treason A legacy Blood beneath the crimson sky Fighting without reason But the crime loyalty A tattered flag left to fly... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king The moon beneath the castles walls the nightingale sings... The branches bent Like an archers bow As he spread his wings flew beneath the gentle snow As the nightingale sings... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon the castle walls As the nightingale sings... As the nightingale sings...