[ARTHUR]
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 ev'ry 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!
Now say it out with pride and joy!

[TOM]
Camelot! Camelot!

[ARTHUR]
Yes, Camelot, my boy!
Where once it never rained till aftеr sundown
By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown
Don't let it bе forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment that was known
As Camelot