Each evening, from December to December Before you drift to sleep upon your cot Think back on all the tales that you remember Of Camelot Ask every person if he's heard the story And tell it strong and clear if he has not That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory Called Camelot Camelot Camelot I know it gives a person pause But in Camelot Camelot Those were the legal laws Where once it never rained till after sundown By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown Don't let it be forgot That once there was a spot For one brief shining moment That was known as Camelot