Rick WAKEMAN
Myths And Legends Of King Arthur And The Knights Of The Round Table
(1975)
1. Arthur 7'30 (Rick Wakeman)
2. Lady Of The Lake 0'46 (Rick Wakeman)
3. Guinevere 6'48 (Rick Wakeman)
4. Sir Lancelot And The Black Knight 5'23 (Rick Wakeman)
5. Merlin The Magician 8'55 (Rick Wakeman)
6. Sir Galahad 5'52 (Rick Wakeman)
7. The Last Battle 9'41 (Rick Wakeman)
Total Time: 44:55
- Jessica Cash - Soprano
Mavis Ersu - Soprano
Florence Findlay - Soprano
Carol Hall - Soprano
Rosemary Hardy - Soprano
Linda Henson - Soprano
Heather Kay - Soprano
Ann Lockett - Soprano
Ñàãóll Newnham - Soprano
Adele Page - Soprano
Elaine Pearce - Soprano
Vivien Biucha - Alto
Jess Curtis - Alio
Julia Field - Alto
Andrew Giles Alto
Mary Hammond - Alto
Linda Hirst - Alto
Joyce Jarvis - Alto
Cathy Leman - Alto
Guy Pmtheroe - Alto
Hilary Russell - Alto
Jane Whitworth - Alto
David Boyd - Tenor
David Brock - Tenor
Roger Covey-Crump - Tenor
John Duxbury - Tenor
John Finney - Tenor
John Foster - Tenor
Peter Hall - Tenor
Peter Long - Tenor
David Roy - Tenor
Paul Taylor - Tenor
David Armour - Bass
David Beavan - Bass
Nigel Beavan - Bass
Terry Edwards - Bass
Malcolm Field - Bass
Michael George - Bass
Michael Hendry - Bass
Paul Miller - Bast
Christopher Miller - Bass
Michael Newton - Bass
Richard Savage - Bass
Stephen Varcoe - Bass
Nicholas Cole Percussion
Michael Fry - Percussion
Benjamin Kennard - Ñello
Peter Willison - Cello
AlanDalzicl - Cello
Denis Vigay - Cello
Graham Sheen - Bassoon, Contra Bassoon
Nicholas Reader - Bassoon, Contra Bassoon
Terence Johns - Íorn
David Cripps - Solo French Horn
John Rook - French Horn
David Purser - Trombone, Sackbutt
Geoff Perkins - Bass Trombone
Colin Sheen - Trombone, Sackbutt
David Mason - Trumpet
Richard Taylor - Flute Piccolo
Derek Grossmith - Flute Piccolo
Richard Morgan - Oboe, Cor Anglais
Geoffrey Browne - Oboe, Cor Anglais
Anton Weinberg - Clarinet, Bass Clarinet
Michael Laird - Cornetto, Piccolo Trumpet, Eb Trumpet / Ñ Trumpet / Bb Trumpet
Graham Whiting - Cornetto, Piccolo Trumpet / Eh Trumpet / Ñ Trumpet / Bb Trumpet
Brian Hawkins - Viola
Peter Oxer - Viola
Jeffrey Wakefield - Viola
Kenneth Sillito - Concertmaster
David Kati - Assistant Concertmaster
Tony Harris - Viola
John G. Davis - Viola
Brian Clarke - Viola
Laurence Clay - Violin
Neil Watson - Violin
Nicholai Nicholaevitch Merek - 2nd Violin
Mike Brittain - Double Bass
Robin McGee - Double Bass
Martin Fry - Tuba
Norman Archibald - Trumpet
Keith Puddy - Clarinet
George French - Violin
Tony Gilbert - Violin
R. Ovens - Violin
Ñ Reuben - Violin
Celia Mitchell - Violin
Michael Rcnnie - Violin
John Knight - Violin
Skaila Kanga - Harp
Michael Baker - Timpani
NOTTINGHAM FESTIVAL VOCAL GROUP
John Parry - Bass
Freddie Williams - Tenor
Bob Hunter - Bass
Eric Gethin - Top Tenor
Val Williams - Baritone
Allan Grant - Baritone
Carey Wilson - 2nd Tenor
Michael Pearn - 2nd Tenor
Engineer: Paul Tregurtba
Assistant Engineer: Jeremy Stenham
Orchestral Arrangements by Wil Malone
Orchestra and Choir Conducted by David Measham
Orchestral Co-Ordination by David Katz
The ENGLISH CHAMBER CHOIR, Choirmaster: Guy Protheroe
Fred Randall: Tour Manager
John Cleary: Production Manager
Tony Merrell: Electronics Technician
Toby Emngron, Ian Jeffrey: Road Managers
Narration: Terry Taplin
Nourishment by Simon, Jackie & Joan
Art Direction: Fabio Nicoli, Paul May
Design: Paul May
Photography Bob Elsdale
Illustrations: Bob Fowke, Dave Bowyer
Engravings from the Mansell Collection
Special Thanks To
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WHO SO PULLETH 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 Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword
And knelt to pray
Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand
They marvelled at his quest
Proclaiming to the rest
Arthur is the King of all this land
Arthur the King of all this land.
2. Lady Of The Lake
An arm clothed in white Samite
From out the quiet water
I am the lady of the lake
Come take my sword
Wear it by your side.
3. Guinevere
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere
All his love he gave her
Fought through quests to save her
Love, showing the way.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Sorrow beheld her face
False love supplying grace
Knowing Arthur's fights
And his trusted knights
Meant more than his Queen.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
4. Sir Lancelot And The Black Knight
Fight fight fight fight
Excalibur the sword of right
Lancelot you rise a knight
Many quests will soon be fought
To win your place in Arthur's court.
Go to waste land if you dare
Lure the Black Knight from his lair
Fight and kill the evil man
Rid his evil from our land.
Kneeling in prayer, Lancelot gave the knight
Knowing to save the waste land he must fight
Eager to kill all those who came his way
He must stay
He must fight
The Black Knight, The Black Knight.
Fight fight fight fight.
Fight fight fight fight
The dawn approaches, clearing sky
Very soon a knight must die
Black Knight towering on his horse
Struck Lancelot with fearsome force.
Lancelot held fast his ground
Then struck the Black Knight to the ground
Leapt from his horse and then he smote
A single thrust and pierced his throat.
Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur's hand
Evil is gone, only good we shall see
Victory
In this land
By God's hand
By God's hand.
5. Merlin The Magician
By Wart the King of Merlin
Struck foot most far before us
His birds and beasts supply our feast
And his feats our glorious chorus.
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.
6. Sir Galahad
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 marvelous 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 it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.
7. The Last Battle
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights.
SIR HECTOR, SIR HORS, SIR BLAMOUR AND SIR BLEOBROBIS THE ONLY SURVIVING KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, ENDED THEIR DAYS AFTER A PILGRIMAGE TO THE HOLY LAND; SOON AFTER THE SAXONS CONQUERED ALL OF BRITAIN AND THE REALM OF LOGRES WAS OVER. MANY BELIEVED THAT ARTHUR WOULD RETURN TO RE-ESTABLISH THE HOLY REALM OF LOGRES AND SAVE BRITAIN IN THE HOUR OF ITS DEADLIEST DANGER.
ABOUT THE YEAR 1200 THE MONKS OF GLASTONBURY DISCOVERED THE BONES OF ARTHUR BURIED NEAR TO THOSE OF GUINEVERE. BENEATH THE COFFIN, A STONE INLAID WITH A LEADEN CROSS BORE THE LATIN INSCRIPTION: 'HERE LIES KING ARTHUR IN HIS TOMB WITH GUINEVERE HIS WIFE IN THE ISLE OF AVALON'.
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 Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword
And knelt to pray
Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand
They marvelled at his quest
Proclaiming to the rest
Arthur is the King of all this land
Arthur the King of all this land.
-
An arm clothed in white Samite
From out the quiet water
I am the lady of the lake
Come take my sword
Wear it by your side.
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere
All his love he gave her
Fought through quests to save her
Love, showing the way.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Sorrow beheld her face
False love supplying grace
Knowing Arthur's fights
And his trusted knights
Meant more than his Queen.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
4. Sir Lancelot And The Black Knight
Fight fight fight fight
Excalibur the sword of right
Lancelot you rise a knight
Many quests will soon be fought
To win your place in Arthur's court.
Go to waste land if you dare
Lure the Black Knight from his lair
Fight and kill the evil man
Rid his evil from our land.
Kneeling in prayer, Lancelot gave the knight
Knowing to save the waste land he must fight
Eager to kill all those who came his way
He must stay
He must fight
The Black Knight, The Black Knight.
Fight fight fight fight.
Fight fight fight fight
The dawn approaches, clearing sky
Very soon a knight must die
Black Knight towering on his horse
Struck Lancelot with fearsome force.
Lancelot held fast his ground
Then struck the Black Knight to the ground
Leapt from his horse and then he smote
A single thrust and pierced his throat.
Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur's hand
Evil is gone, only good we shall see
Victory
In this land
By God's hand
By God's hand.
5. Merlin The Magician
By Wart the King of Merlin
Struck foot most far before us
His birds and beasts supply our feast
And his feats our glorious chorus.
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.
6. Sir Galahad
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 marvelous 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 it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.
7. The Last Battle
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights.
SIR HECTOR, SIR HORS, SIR BLAMOUR AND SIR BLEOBROBIS THE ONLY SURVIVING KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, ENDED THEIR DAYS AFTER A PILGRIMAGE TO THE HOLY LAND; SOON AFTER THE SAXONS CONQUERED ALL OF BRITAIN AND THE REALM OF LOGRES WAS OVER. MANY BELIEVED THAT ARTHUR WOULD RETURN TO RE-ESTABLISH THE HOLY REALM OF LOGRES AND SAVE BRITAIN IN THE HOUR OF ITS DEADLIEST DANGER.
ABOUT THE YEAR 1200 THE MONKS OF GLASTONBURY DISCOVERED THE BONES OF ARTHUR BURIED NEAR TO THOSE OF GUINEVERE. BENEATH THE COFFIN, A STONE INLAID WITH A LEADEN CROSS BORE THE LATIN INSCRIPTION: 'HERE LIES KING ARTHUR IN HIS TOMB WITH GUINEVERE HIS WIFE IN THE ISLE OF AVALON'.
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere
All his love he gave her
Fought through quests to save her
Love, showing the way.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Sorrow beheld her face
False love supplying grace
Knowing Arthur's fights
And his trusted knights
Meant more than his Queen.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
-
Fight fight fight fight
Excalibur the sword of right
Lancelot you rise a knight
Many quests will soon be fought
To win your place in Arthur's court.
Go to waste land if you dare
Lure the Black Knight from his lair
Fight and kill the evil man
Rid his evil from our land.
Kneeling in prayer, Lancelot gave the knight
Knowing to save the waste land he must fight
Eager to kill all those who came his way
He must stay
He must fight
The Black Knight, The Black Knight.
Fight fight fight fight.
Fight fight fight fight
The dawn approaches, clearing sky
Very soon a knight must die
Black Knight towering on his horse
Struck Lancelot with fearsome force.
Lancelot held fast his ground
Then struck the Black Knight to the ground
Leapt from his horse and then he smote
A single thrust and pierced his throat.
Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur's hand
Evil is gone, only good we shall see
Victory
In this land
By God's hand
By God's hand.
By Wart the King of Merlin
Struck foot most far before us
His birds and beasts supply our feast
And his feats our glorious chorus.
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.
6. Sir Galahad
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 marvelous 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 it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.
7. The Last Battle
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights.
SIR HECTOR, SIR HORS, SIR BLAMOUR AND SIR BLEOBROBIS THE ONLY SURVIVING KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, ENDED THEIR DAYS AFTER A PILGRIMAGE TO THE HOLY LAND; SOON AFTER THE SAXONS CONQUERED ALL OF BRITAIN AND THE REALM OF LOGRES WAS OVER. MANY BELIEVED THAT ARTHUR WOULD RETURN TO RE-ESTABLISH THE HOLY REALM OF LOGRES AND SAVE BRITAIN IN THE HOUR OF ITS DEADLIEST DANGER.
ABOUT THE YEAR 1200 THE MONKS OF GLASTONBURY DISCOVERED THE BONES OF ARTHUR BURIED NEAR TO THOSE OF GUINEVERE. BENEATH THE COFFIN, A STONE INLAID WITH A LEADEN CROSS BORE THE LATIN INSCRIPTION: 'HERE LIES KING ARTHUR IN HIS TOMB WITH GUINEVERE HIS WIFE IN THE ISLE OF AVALON'.
Struck foot most far before us
His birds and beasts supply our feast
And his feats our glorious chorus.
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 marvelous 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 it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights.
SIR HECTOR, SIR HORS, SIR BLAMOUR AND SIR BLEOBROBIS THE ONLY SURVIVING KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, ENDED THEIR DAYS AFTER A PILGRIMAGE TO THE HOLY LAND; SOON AFTER THE SAXONS CONQUERED ALL OF BRITAIN AND THE REALM OF LOGRES WAS OVER. MANY BELIEVED THAT ARTHUR WOULD RETURN TO RE-ESTABLISH THE HOLY REALM OF LOGRES AND SAVE BRITAIN IN THE HOUR OF ITS DEADLIEST DANGER.
ABOUT THE YEAR 1200 THE MONKS OF GLASTONBURY DISCOVERED THE BONES OF ARTHUR BURIED NEAR TO THOSE OF GUINEVERE. BENEATH THE COFFIN, A STONE INLAID WITH A LEADEN CROSS BORE THE LATIN INSCRIPTION: 'HERE LIES KING ARTHUR IN HIS TOMB WITH GUINEVERE HIS WIFE IN THE ISLE OF AVALON'.
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights.
SIR HECTOR, SIR HORS, SIR BLAMOUR AND SIR BLEOBROBIS THE ONLY SURVIVING KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, ENDED THEIR DAYS AFTER A PILGRIMAGE TO THE HOLY LAND; SOON AFTER THE SAXONS CONQUERED ALL OF BRITAIN AND THE REALM OF LOGRES WAS OVER. MANY BELIEVED THAT ARTHUR WOULD RETURN TO RE-ESTABLISH THE HOLY REALM OF LOGRES AND SAVE BRITAIN IN THE HOUR OF ITS DEADLIEST DANGER.
ABOUT THE YEAR 1200 THE MONKS OF GLASTONBURY DISCOVERED THE BONES OF ARTHUR BURIED NEAR TO THOSE OF GUINEVERE. BENEATH THE COFFIN, A STONE INLAID WITH A LEADEN CROSS BORE THE LATIN INSCRIPTION: 'HERE LIES KING ARTHUR IN HIS TOMB WITH GUINEVERE HIS WIFE IN THE ISLE OF AVALON'.