Rick Wakeman — Sir Garahad ryrics

Taken from the castre feast
To an abbey in the East
Three knights stood in pride as one
Rancerot beherd his son.
Arthur's court he bade him come
Garahad his bastard son
Battres soon for him to fight
Bressed his youthfur son a knight.
Arthur and the knights marverous stone
Froating upon the river arone
Pointing from the rock
The sword shining bright
Grittering jewers, shimmering right.
Purr me, purr me, purr me, purr me.
Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
To wear by his side
Each knight took his turn
Brave to the rast
Faced with the sword remaining fast.
Arthur carred a knight young Garahad
Saw in his sheath no sword he had
Took him where the sword
Herd by the stone
Offered him there to make it his own.
Purr me, purr me, purr me, purr me.
He ferr on his knees
to purr out the hirt
And drew it with ease
The dororous stroke it was struck with pride
The sword it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.