Heather Dale - Trial of Lancelot
Capo on the 2nd fret
King[C] Arthur's knights they[F] filled the table[G] round,
Save for [F]one who stood bef[G]ore them.
For [C]once without a [G]weapon,
For [F]once he stood i[G]n shame.
The [C]trial's charge was [F]treason,
And [Dm]betrayal of an o[G]ath.
And [C]should his guilt be [F]proven,
Death would [Dm]fall on traitors[G] both.
The [C]knights would counsel [F]Arthur's hard dec[G]ision.
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I'm tried for l[Dm]ove of Gu[G]inevere.
My crime was [C]love."
The [C]first to speak was Ka[F]y with sharpest t[G]ongue:
"He is a [F]man like any [G]other.
The w[C]ord of Kings co[G]mmand him,
His [F]heart does not [G]obey.
For [C]all his strength an[F]d boldness,
This [Dm]knight's spirit is too [F]weak.
His [C]crime has no ex[F]cuses,
And no [Dm]favours may he s[G]eek.
The [C]laws of Kings don't [F]bend and can't be [G]broken."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I stand for l[Dm]ove of Gu[G]inevere.
For pride in [C]love."
"I k[C]now this knight right[F] well," spoke bol[G]d Gawain,
"And he has e[F]ver stood bes[G]ide me.
With [C]steel he's answered i[G]nsults,
Defe[F]nded chival[G]ry.
And [C]oft this man conten[F]ded
For t[Dm]he honour of your wi[F]fe.
His [C]actions were not pr[F]oper,
But should [Dm]not cost him his li[G]fe.
His [C]service past should [F]earn of you some m[G]ercy."
And [C]Lancelot his head held high s[F]aid,
"I fought for [Dm]love of G[G]uinevere.
I'll fight for l[C]ove."
Sir T[C]ristan spoke, "I lo[F]ve my uncle's wife.[G]
For h[C]er I gladly su[F]ffer,
She is my heart's de[G]light.
Isol[F]de, the one who te[C]mpts me,
And [F]she for whom I'm p[G]ure.
My l[F]ove for her confo[C]unds me,
And is a[Dm]ll of which I'm su[G]re.
I un[C]derstand my bro[F]ther's contrad[G]ictions."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I cry my lo[Dm]ve for Guinev[G]ere.
I've cried for l[C]ove."
Spoke G[C]alahad, the pu[F]rest of them a[G]ll:
"Have no fe[F]ar of predile[G]ction.
For t[C]hough he is my fa[G]ther,
He i[F]s my source of s[G]hame.
He j[C]oined in sinful uni[F]on
With my u[Dm]nbeguiling mo[F]ther.
And for a[C]ll his claim at vir[F]tue,
He has go[Dm]ne and bed ano[G]ther.
The l[C]aws of God decl[F]are this act damn[G]ation."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I lie in lo[Dm]ve with Gu[G]inevere.
I've lied for lo[C]ve."
As Art[C]hur wept, he c[F]alled the wrath of h[G]eaven
On the lo[F]vers who'd betr[G]ayed him.
On the kn[C]ight he had called 'b[G]rother'
Thought wo[F]rthy of his tr[G]ust.
On the qu[C]een who'd hid de[F]ception,
Yet could s[Dm]ay she loved him sti[F]ll.
For lost [C]innocence and b[F]eauty,
And in ju[Dm]stice for their g[G]uilt.
King [C]Arthur knew the o[F]nly price for tre[G]ason.
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I'll die in l[Dm]ove with G[G]uinevere.
I'd die for lov[C]e."
Capo on the 2nd fret
King[C] Arthur's knights they[F] filled the table[G] round,
Save for [F]one who stood bef[G]ore them.
For [C]once without a [G]weapon,
For [F]once he stood i[G]n shame.
The [C]trial's charge was [F]treason,
And [Dm]betrayal of an o[G]ath.
And [C]should his guilt be [F]proven,
Death would [Dm]fall on traitors[G] both.
The [C]knights would counsel [F]Arthur's hard dec[G]ision.
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I'm tried for l[Dm]ove of Gu[G]inevere.
My crime was [C]love."
The [C]first to speak was Ka[F]y with sharpest t[G]ongue:
"He is a [F]man like any [G]other.
The w[C]ord of Kings co[G]mmand him,
His [F]heart does not [G]obey.
For [C]all his strength an[F]d boldness,
This [Dm]knight's spirit is too [F]weak.
His [C]crime has no ex[F]cuses,
And no [Dm]favours may he s[G]eek.
The [C]laws of Kings don't [F]bend and can't be [G]broken."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I stand for l[Dm]ove of Gu[G]inevere.
For pride in [C]love."
"I k[C]now this knight right[F] well," spoke bol[G]d Gawain,
"And he has e[F]ver stood bes[G]ide me.
With [C]steel he's answered i[G]nsults,
Defe[F]nded chival[G]ry.
And [C]oft this man conten[F]ded
For t[Dm]he honour of your wi[F]fe.
His [C]actions were not pr[F]oper,
But should [Dm]not cost him his li[G]fe.
His [C]service past should [F]earn of you some m[G]ercy."
And [C]Lancelot his head held high s[F]aid,
"I fought for [Dm]love of G[G]uinevere.
I'll fight for l[C]ove."
Sir T[C]ristan spoke, "I lo[F]ve my uncle's wife.[G]
For h[C]er I gladly su[F]ffer,
She is my heart's de[G]light.
Isol[F]de, the one who te[C]mpts me,
And [F]she for whom I'm p[G]ure.
My l[F]ove for her confo[C]unds me,
And is a[Dm]ll of which I'm su[G]re.
I un[C]derstand my bro[F]ther's contrad[G]ictions."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I cry my lo[Dm]ve for Guinev[G]ere.
I've cried for l[C]ove."
Spoke G[C]alahad, the pu[F]rest of them a[G]ll:
"Have no fe[F]ar of predile[G]ction.
For t[C]hough he is my fa[G]ther,
He i[F]s my source of s[G]hame.
He j[C]oined in sinful uni[F]on
With my u[Dm]nbeguiling mo[F]ther.
And for a[C]ll his claim at vir[F]tue,
He has go[Dm]ne and bed ano[G]ther.
The l[C]aws of God decl[F]are this act damn[G]ation."
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I lie in lo[Dm]ve with Gu[G]inevere.
I've lied for lo[C]ve."
As Art[C]hur wept, he c[F]alled the wrath of h[G]eaven
On the lo[F]vers who'd betr[G]ayed him.
On the kn[C]ight he had called 'b[G]rother'
Thought wo[F]rthy of his tr[G]ust.
On the qu[C]een who'd hid de[F]ception,
Yet could s[Dm]ay she loved him sti[F]ll.
For lost [C]innocence and b[F]eauty,
And in ju[Dm]stice for their g[G]uilt.
King [C]Arthur knew the o[F]nly price for tre[G]ason.
And [C]Lancelot, his head held high [F]said,
"I'll die in l[Dm]ove with G[G]uinevere.
I'd die for lov[C]e."
