Dreaming of Camelot

Sunlight filtered through the leaves
That hung on the branches of the trees
And fell upon the girl kneeling by the stream
Dreaming of the days of Camelot

A book of King Arthur lore lay by her side
As she imagined the brave knights
Fighting splendid battles in their time
But, dreamed she not, of the bold Sir Lancelot

Instead, fantasies filled her head
Of the gallant Sir Galahad
The most honorable knight in all the land
And also the knight that was most often forgot

When the knights searched for the Holy Grail
Sir Galahad was the only one who didn't fail
How the girl loved that tale
From the days of Camelot