Taken from the castle feast
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To an abbey in the East
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Three knights stood in pride as one
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Lancelot beheld his son.
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Arthur's court he bade him come
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Galahad his bastard son
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Battles soon for him to fight
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Blessed his youthful son a knight.
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Arthur and the knights marvelous stone
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Floating upon the river alone
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Pointing from the rock
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The sword shining bright
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Glittering jewels, shimmering light.
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Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.
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Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
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To wear by his side
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Each knight took his turn
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Brave to the last
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Faced with the sword remaining fast.
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Arthur called a knight young Galahad
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Saw in his sheath no sword he had
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Took him where the sword
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Held by the stone
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Offered him there to make it his own.
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Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.
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He fell on his knees
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to pull out the hilt
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And drew it with ease
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The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
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The sword it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.
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Sir Galahad
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Rick Wakeman |