Another year passed, Richard sailed the Mystic Seas
Bound for His homeland once more.
Breathlessly watching were we on the lees As he went from shore unto shore.

But his home could not hold Him, He restless would be
And we with King Richard made way
To the land of his Queen, to the festive Navarre; And there had a Spanish Holiday.

Through the forest of years we see once again
The glittering carnival hall;
For Robin Hood’s crew did our King entertain A glorious evening for all.

How precious the beautiful gems as they glowed;
How regal our King as He stood,
The night His Imperial State Crown was bestowed By His Mother Queen Eleanor good.

Since we first met a distant moon ago here
Ten years have passed, and yet it may seem not;
Tonight our King will make a magic show here Like Camelot.

King Arthur tells a tale that will be heard here.
Our King would wish His country such a spot.
First, the little ones make music out of word here Like Camelot.

A magic portion of Fire, Water, Earth, and Sky
Becomes a dance we follow with an ever wondering eye.