Camelot (Reprise)

Your Highness, I can provide you stealthy men
Who will take you far away from here
But a treaty will be broken
And a state of war will be declared between England and France
Many men will die

Or you can stay
And together, we may discover if power might be harnessed
As a force of good

A force of good?

Yes

I don't know if I'm worthy

You'll get used to that feeling

I hear it never rains till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog must disappear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-after-ing than here
In Camelot