Guinevere danced a tiny circle
Nobody was there that she knew
Lancelot had long since disappeared
Through a maze of laughter he flew
The wine was the colour of roses
And we each tapped our feet in time
To the music made by the jester
As he unwound a sad little rhyme
At the Glorious House of Arthur
Each to his own special kind
At the Glorious House of Arthur
You will be mine
Guinevere dressed in gypsy velvets
Held me within her magic eyes
Harpsichords sung of distant battles
While the ravens looked down in disguise
At the Glorious House of Arthur
Each to his own special kind
At the Glorious House of Arthur
You will be mine
The Iron Knights grew a little sleepy
As Merlin waved his magic wand
And as I rode out from the castle
Guinevere smiled as if a swan
At the Glorious House of Arthur
Each to his own special kind
At the Glorious House of Arthur
You will be mine
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