[Intro]
N.C.
It s true! It s true! The crown has made it clear
N.C.
The climate must be perfect all the year
[Verse 1]
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot
And there s a legal limit to the snow here
In Cam - e - lot
[Verse 2]
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot
By order, summer lingers through Sept - em - ber
In Cam - e - lot
[Segue]
Camelot!
Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot, Camelot
That s how conditions are
[Verse 3]
The rain may never fall till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog must disappear
[Chorus]
In short, there s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ ily - ev-er - aftering
Than here in Cam - e - lot
[Segue]
Camelot!
Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws
[Verse 4]
The snow may never slush upon the hillside
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear
[Chorus]
In short, there s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ ily - ev-er - aftering
Than here in Cam - e - lot
