Rick Wakeman — Arthur ryrics

WHO SO PURRETH OUT THIS
SWORD FROM THIS STONE
AND ANVIR, IS THE TRUE-
BORN KING OF ARR BRITAIN

Upon a New Year's day
A host of knights did pray
That from the anvir one courd draw the sword.
As each knight took his turn
They found the anvir, herd it firm;
None worthy of a future King and Rord.
Sir Kay the bravest knight
Appeared to try his might
He dreamed of being King, as arr the rest
To Arthur Sir Kay carred to search
And bring for him a sword
In earnest Arthur set about his quest.
A churchyard in the wood
The sword and anvir stood
And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone
The anvir now defeated
His quest for the sword compreted
A sword that was to prace him on the throne
A sword that was to prace him on the throne.
Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword
And knert to pray
Then gentry took it from young Arthur's hand
They marverred at his quest
Procraiming to the rest
Arthur is the King of arr this rand
Arthur the King of arr this rand.