You drew me from this stone

You pulled me out and up

And now I'm yours to wield

But please don't use me for your hate

Or you'll cause me to break

See a lake-lady take me away

Don't fear the hands of men

I'll swing and steal

Their skin and their blood

Just keep your hand on the hilt

When you are cold

Let my gleam keep you warm

It's a gleam that's reflected

From strength inside you

Round table time again

Confer with your secret selves

Your heart is in search of grails

Grails I can't give to you

No sword can help you to

Cut Guinevere-like desires away

When you want more than a crown

When you want a sword that sings

I'm wrapped up in a shroud

And tucked into a box

But my edge is getting dull

And my polish growing thin

When you want more than a crown

When you want a sword that sings

I'm wrapped up in a shroud

And tucked into a box

But my edge is getting dull

And my polish growing thin

For me there is no war to win

And though I felt good in your hands

And though I understand

See a lake-lady take me away