Finale Ultimo

Each evening, from December to December

Before you drift to sleep upon your cot

Think back on all the tales that you remember

Of Camelot

Ask every person if he's heard the story

And tell it strong and clear if he has not

That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory

Called Camelot

Camelot

Camelot

I know it gives a person pause

But in Camelot

Camelot

Those were the legal laws

Where once it never rained till after sundown

By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown

Don't let it be forgot

That once there was a spot

For one brief shining moment

That was known as

Camelot