Searching For The Sangreal Poem by Philip Dodd

Farewell, my lord, King Arthur,
this may be my last farewell.
I go on the quest you gave us,
I go searching for the Sangreal.

This task is great you gave us,
one so worthy of our name.
I've a token of my true love,
for I may never see her again.

Searching for the Sangreal,
Our Lord's Holy Grail.
Searching for the Sangreal,
in my shining mail.

Sir Galahad you dubbed me,
all at your fair table round.
A dragon's head I gave thee,
that I slew on dark, burning ground.

Searching for the Sangreal,
Our Lord's Holy Grail.
Searching for the Sangreal,
in my shining mail.

I stand before a tower,
it shines ruby, sapphire light,
and I walk across the drawbridge,
and kneel before tall angels bright.

Farewell, my lord, farewell, my lord,
this is the last farewell.
I achieved the quest you gave us,
I have seen the Sangreal.