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