To days of Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... The 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 word But lived to do or die We lived to do or die Back to the days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king The moon beneath the castle As the nightingale sings... We read of tales of treason soldiers legacy Blood beneath the crimson sky Fighting without reason But the crime of loyalty A tattered flag left to fly... Back to the days of Avalon magic ruled as king The moon beneath the castles walls As the nightingale sings... The branches bent Like an bow As he his wings And flew beneath the gentle snow As the nightingale sings... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale As the nightingale sings...