Rick Wakeman Arthur Lyrics

Arthur Lyrics

Whose pullet out this sword

From this stone and anvil

Is the true born King of all Britain



Upon a New Year's day a host of knights did pray

That from the anvil one could draw the sword

As each knight took his turn, they found the anvil, held it firm

None worthy of a future King and Lord



Sir Kay the bravest knight appeared to try his might

He dreamed of being King, as all the rest

To Arthur, Sir Kay called to search and bring for him a sword

In earnest Arthur set about his quest



A churchyard in the wood, the sword and anvil stood

And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone

The anvil now defeated, his quest for the sword completed

A sword that was to place him on the throne

A sword that was to place him on the throne



Sir Ector and Sir Kay saw the sword and knelt to pray

Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand

They marveled at his quest proclaiming to the rest

Arthur is the King of all this land

Arthur, the King of all this land