Speaking Of Camelot As the American Dream

SPEAKING OF CAMELOT Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa La La La La La LaSpeak the vows of follyFa La La La La La La We often speak of CamelotIn voices of grandeurBut more often than notOur pursuit is unsecure We often speak of Shangri LAWith words of loveUntil the ice begins to thawLike righteous words from above But too often we speak of fearIn voices trembling weakNot so are we insincereAs much as not meaning what we speak My dreams are mine to thinkKept in perspective lightAnd at no time can I sinkIf my hope is bright We often speak of CamelotThen forget that actions are factsAnd more often than notDreams are dust in our tracks So sing on Jester of lifeA breadwinner naughtFor folly is a begetters wifeAnd shallow words are fraught With thought and prayers of CamelotBe it a President who has taughtUs that it is likely or notThat happiness can be bought “But don’t get caught" Or a forgiving GodTaking away our able thoughtMaking reality seem like a fraudFor accepting Camelot Deck the halls with boughs of follyFa La La La La La LaSpeak the vows of PollyannaFa La La La La La La When all we wanted is what we soughtA family a job a home to be boughtNot an American dream of whether we like it or notFor someone else’s Camelot