Years ago the trains, the boat
Had stolen me from this spot
Now I’d returned from distant lands
To recapture, Camelot.
But it had changed, the Camelot
I’d yearned in absence for
Still, in kindness, it let me stand
At Memory’s open door.
Years ago the trains, the boat
Had stolen me from this spot
Now I’d returned from distant lands
To recapture, Camelot.
But it had changed, the Camelot
I’d yearned in absence for
Still, in kindness, it let me stand
At Memory’s open door.