On a green, wooded hill, or a busy street,
A place of stillness waits within.
Once it is found, it is never lost.
The fortress stands; the keep remains.

Everybody needs to be a hero, sometimes,
Even if it's only to ourselves.
Kind and strong - knowing right from wrong,
Sitting round the table with the knights.

When life bears down like a constant siege,
Everybody needs a little joy.
A song, a glass and a woman's warmth,
A chance to lay aside the sword.

Everybody needs a Camelot -
A place of peace in troubled times.
Everybody needs a Camelot -
Somewhere to find a refuge from the storm.