It's been Magic! Magic! Magic!
And Banners in the air,
Drums and Hearts a'beating
At the opening of the Faire.

"Awake, Awake, The day doth break"
A Thousand times or more,
When the drums start pounding
Our Dreams begin to soar.

Then we hear the trumpets playing
And Hawkers fill the air,
To Ring and Sing this wild fling
We call the Northern Faire.

We've Loved this winding canyon
For over Thirty Years,
And the sound of Love and Laughter
Still echoes in our ears.

"Huzzahs" hang from the branches
The trees they hold our cheers,
And they'll Feel it when they come here
For the next One Hundred Years.

So say Goodbye to Mullah's
And the Center of the Earth,
Bid fairewell to Washing Well
And all the Magic Mirth.

Will and Witches Wood
And all those sexy, pretty girls,
Most I'll miss the Alestands
And the End of the World.

The Night shows and Bright clothes
And every pretty Lass,
And hiding from Security
When I didn't have a pass.

I'll miss it all, each Booth and Stall
from the Peasants to the Queen,
Each Feather, Bodice, Lace, and Shawl
I'll miss the whole Wild Scene.

And I'll remember Indus
And other Noble Ones,
Who gave their Love, then went above
Good Sisters and Good Sons.

And in the end, She was our friend
Phyllis had a Dream,
Where we could Live in Another World
Where things aren't what they seem.

For we're all Kindred Spirits
Living in the Past,
There'll be a Faire Forever
And Forever it will last.

When the Final Ringout
Goes Sadly singing by,
Every single Faire Folk
A Tear in every eye.

And though I'll miss the Royal Oaks
In our Shire by the sea,
Next year Somewhere, there'll be a Faire
In Another Century