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