Tavern

歌詞

I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest There shall be plates a-plenty And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill There sound will sleep the traveller And dream his journey's end But I will rouse at midnight The falling fire to tend Aye, 'tis a curious fancy But all the good I know Was taught me out of two grey eyes A long time ago Aye, 'tis a curious fancy But all the good I know Was taught me out of two grey eyes A long time ago