Tavern Songtext / Lyric

I'll keep a little tavern

Below the high hill's crest

Where all the grey-eyed people

Can set them down and rest






There will 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 traveler

And dream his journey's end

But I will rise at midnight

The fading fire to tend



Oh I know it's a curious fancy

But all the good I've known

Was taught to me by two grey eyes

A long time ago