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On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten In the days of kings and honor knights defended pure hearts On the fields where our fathers rest Their tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN) Bend your ear in amazement Hear this tale from long ago Of magic and of madmen loves tangled web of woe One shining knight in silver Intentions pure as gold One maiden fair as moonlight Dressed in royal robes On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten On these fields pure love is sought Yet vengeance has it's cruelty The search for truth and honor Is blinded by a beauty