So we'll kindle a beacon on every high mountain...

It's that time of year again....

King Arthur was buried so legends they tell it

Deep under the mountains in days long ago

With twelve faithful knights dress in armour like silver

With their long swords beside them in scabbards of gold

But dying is only a new kind of waking

Or a new kind of sleeping resplendent with dreams

If times they are hard you have only to call me

And you’ll not catch me napping said Arthur the King

So we’ll kindle a beacon on every high mountain

To the sound of our music the valleys shall ring

To waken the sleepers of long-vanished ages

To waken the knights and Brave Arthur the King..

Well the dragon may prowl in the streets of the city

And the world may turn out to be not what it seems

And many-a-job may be lost by tomorrow

And we may be obliged to abandon our dreams

But bring it the Fool with her motley and bells

And remember the minstrels who taught you to sing

And the Quest it begins with the steps of the dance

Won’t you please take your partners said Arthur the King

So we’ll kindle a beacon….

There’s no need to look far to find news of disaster

Of wars and of rumours of gathering gloom

And it’s hard to escape the dead-weight of inertia

As we hear the fraud words of the prophets of doom

But each one is equal around my Round Table

And each has a note and a ribbon to bring

And the quest it begin with the jig and the reel

Won’t you take out your fiddles said Arthur the King

So we’ll kindle a beacon….

There are times when the fog is so thick on the hills

Fell enchantment has settled on river and lake

And the poisons have sunk so far into the earth

That we ask is there anything left there to wake

But bring in the Morris the sword dance the step dance

The music is there and you know how to sing

 And the Quest it begins with a song from the heart

Won’t you join in the chorus said Arthur the King:

So we’ll kindle a beacon on every high mountain

To the sound of our music the valleys shall ring

To waken the sleepers of long-vanished ages

To waken the knights and Brave Arthur the King.

Jehanne & Rob Mehta, Green Jack album