The
King and I
Camelot
is formed,
By
a dream, an ideal.
Arthur
in his role,
Is
the captain of my quest,
The
role model I must follow,
Nothing
about this King, hollow.
Dreams
make-eth the man,
In
me, as in He,
And
all who dare to be free.
Come
with us way up high,
Here
we sit in the silent sky,
O'er
the Forth he steals my eye.
When
love was pure,
As
in those romantic days,
He'd
show us how to be.
I
remember that dream of He,
Brought
to bear within me,
Where
Camelot's law sets us free.
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