[00:12.09]Never shall man take me hence
[00:12.87]But only he by whose side
[00:13.44]I ought to hang and he shall
[00:13.92]Be the best knight in the world
[00:20.64]Never shall man take me hence
[01:27.27]But only he by whose side
[01:36.75]I ought to hang and he shall
[01:37.23]Be the best knight in the world
[01:37.83]Taken from the castle feast
[01:38.43]To an abbey in the East
[01:41.91]Three knights stood in pride as one
[01:51.21]Lancelot beheld his son
[02:22.05]Arthur's court, he bade him come
[02:37.74]Galahad his bastard son
[02:38.34]Battles soon for him to fight
[02:38.94]Blessed his youthful son a knight
[03:17.28]Arthur and the knights' marvellous stone
[03:20.79]Floating upon the river alone
[03:28.68]Pointing from the rock, the sword shining bright
[03:32.70]Glittering jewels, shimmering light
[03:35.28]Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me
[03:46.83]Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
[03:50.37]To wear by his side
[03:53.88]Each knight took his turn, brave to the last
[03:56.58]Faced with the sword remaining fast
[04:24.60]Arthur called a knight young Galahad
[04:25.50]Saw in his sheath no sword he had
[04:40.80]Took him where the sword held by the stone
[04:41.97]Offered him there to make it his own
[04:46.50]Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me
[04:55.11]He fell on his knees to pull out the hilt
[04:59.61]And drew it with ease
[05:00.27]The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
[05:06.48]The sword that once hung by Sir Balan's side

Never shall man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to hang and he shall
Be the best knight in the world
Never shall man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to hang and he shall
Be the best knight in the world
Taken from the castle feast
To an abbey in the East
Three knights stood in pride as one
Lancelot beheld his son
Arthur's court, he bade him come
Galahad his bastard son
Battles soon for him to fight
Blessed his youthful son a knight
Arthur and the knights' marvellous stone
Floating upon the river alone
Pointing from the rock, the sword shining bright
Glittering jewels, shimmering light
Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me
Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
To wear by his side
Each knight took his turn, brave to the last
Faced with the sword remaining fast
Arthur called a knight young Galahad
Saw in his sheath no sword he had
Took him where the sword held by the stone
Offered him there to make it his own
Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me
He fell on his knees to pull out the hilt
And drew it with ease
The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
The sword that once hung by Sir Balan's side