For the first time in sixteen years, I shall sleep well.
Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.
O Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!
A legend is sung, of when England was young, and knights were brave and bold. The good king had died, and no one could decide who was rightful heir to the throne. It seemed that the land would be torn by war, or saved by a miracle alone. And that miracle appeared in London town: The Sword in the Stone.
I just can’t wait to be king!
The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it’s true.
If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do.
They say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true.
I know you, I danced with you once upon a dream.
Well, a dream is a promise that you make to yourself.
So don’t leave it lying way up on some shelf…
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.
Droopy eyes and saggy head, that’s it for me, I’m off to bed.
Coming to think of it, forty winks wouldn’t be bad.
I’d like to see one of those Forty Thieves get within an inch of your wedding.
Keep in mind I’m an old man and my heart can only take so much. Please, please, please, tell me that this is the girl you intend to marry.
Your father loved you and wanted the best for you.
Young David: Mother?
Maida: Yes?
Young David: Can we get married when I grow up?
This isn’t a date.
Nadia, I’m taking you home!
No, it’s OK. I should go home and feed my pet rat.