The Minstrel of Camelot (unfinished) A silence fell upon the hall As the minstrel tuned his lyre The feast was through, the embers Burning low within the fire. "I will tell a tale," he said, His voice rang loud and clear And then he whispered quietly So all strained to hear: "A tale of heroes and battles, This tale I will sing: Of a forging of a kingdom And the crowning of a king. "I will sing a tune Of Camelot, fair Camelot, I will play this tune upon my lyre. "A babe was born in England, A babe of noble birth, One who would bring peace To those upon this Earth. . . . And the minstrel played a tune Of Camelot, fair Camelot. The minstrel strummed the tune upon his Lyre.