Текст песни Sir Galahad - Rick Wakeman

Never shall man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to hang and he shall
Be the best knight in the world.

Taken from the castle feast
To an abbey in the East
Three knights stood in pride as one
Lancelot beheld his son.

Arthur′s court he bade him come
Galahad his bastard son
Battles soon for him to fight
Blessed his youthful son a knight.

Arthur and the knights marvelous stone
Floating upon the river alone
Pointing from the rock, the sword shining bright
Glittering jewels, shimmering light.

Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.

Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
To wear by his side
Each knight took his turn
Brave to the last
Faced with the sword remaining fast.

Arthur called a knight young Galahad
Saw in his sheath no sword he had
Took him where the sword
Held by the stone
Offered him there to make it his own.

Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.

He fell on his knees
To pull out the hilt
And drew it with ease
The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
The sword it was hung by Sir Gawain's side

Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost

Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur′s knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost

Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell