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 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 to do or die We lived to do or Back to the days of Avalon Where magic as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... We read of tales of treason A soldiers legacy Blood beneath the crimson Fighting without reason But the crime of loyalty A tattered 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 gentle snow As the nightingale sings... Back to the days Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... As the nightingale sings...