Away from Camelot Perceval walking He arrived near the side of a lake Far too deep to be crossed or even to swin But there appeared an old man fishing In a little boat with black sails He saw Perceval and took him aboard To the other side friendly they crossed Soon I am king beyond this side Look, see my walls, my towers, my castle I'm the Fisher King, I am rich but I'm old You're welcome tonight, be my host gentle knight So brave Perceval shared his dinner In the grey-stoned hall of the fort When came many servants holding items A bleeding spear, a mervellous grail Son I am king, this is my curse Look, see my wounds, I have felt on the field I'm the Fisher King, I am weak and I'm old You were my last chance to be cured, it's over Perceval would not speak 'till the king is gone Begging leave quickly, running for hours All distraught and confused, weeping and bitter For he knew he had seen the real Holy Grail Son you have failed, darkness will come That was chance for the land to rise He's the Fisher King, the keeper of the Grail The cup in wich our Lord has bled when he died