Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Camelot

A Distant Moon Ago

We stayed up past bedtime,
waiting for them to come home
and to tell us why flickering pictures
from a place called Dallas
were making grown men cry.

Tonight I weep for joy
as I watch a young man
turn the page in the story
of that most congenial
spot that was once
their Camelot.

Richard Burton's Lyrics from Camelot

It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.





4 Comments:

Blogger Lucy said...

Me too, I wept.

6:38 am  
Blogger Jan said...

Just wonderful. Wonderful.

10:43 am  
Blogger PI said...

They called it Camelot when JFK was president. I hope and pray that Obama will be the better man.

1:46 pm  
Blogger Mr Coppens said...

It was amazing!
To think that we might get a chance to get past the mythology of Pleasantville.

I have a dream too!

5:09 pm  

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