Tavern

Written by：Doug Petty

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