In many days and years gone by,
there once was Camelot.
Just two people madly in love,
trying to survive –
as wartime was all around.
They were born,
you could say worlds apart,
she was city born and raised,
he was a country gentleman.
Their country was in danger,
as wartime drew near,
so when they finally came together,
when they had the chance for love –
it was in an entirely different kind of world,
than the one they once knew.
The bride wed in her Latvian national costume,
the groom smiling proudly by her side.
Nothing fancy at the DP Camp,
in Augustdorf, Germany.
Then it was time,
to set sail for the New World,
leaving their homeland
and European soil behind.
When they arrived in New York,
their love was such,
that everywhere they went,
they left people in awe,
they could’ve been a king and his queen,
in a land known as Camelot.
Into their world,
was born a princess.
Especially since she was born late,
they loved her very, very much.
Now Camelot was complete
and the days went by in pure delight.
The little princess grew and blossomed
and all was right in Camelot.
Then one day dark storm clouds gathered
and the king died,
leaving behind a broken-hearted queen
and a wide, eyed little princess,
who now spent her days –
dreaming of when there once was Camelot.