After the death of Arthur
After the fall of man
The sky hung like a question mark
Above the battered land
Someone sang his funeral dirge
And someone dug his grave
Now I have dug him up again
To see what I can save
Queen Guenevere was envious
Of the crown that Arthur wore
Hers was just a decoration
When it could have been much more
She was just another ornament
Like the jewels in her throne
Like the jewels in the fatal sword
That brought King Arthur down
Now Arthur’s bones are restless
No tournaments today
No knightly deeds, no sacred quests
No dragons left to slay
O Arthur, can I help you?
How can I ease your pain?
I’d give the world if I could bring
Your kingdom back again
