Halda: The Roadside Tavern


Come, come, let us raise a glass
The wine has aged well
You'll taste the years of plenty
Savor the scent of summertime

Come, come, let us raise a glass
The cider is seasoned well
You'll taste the gold of sunsets
The bounty of autumn time

And the wind blows bitter
And the rain pours down
And the woes of the world have no end
But the fires are burning
The music playing on
Come and sit by me, my friend

Come, let us drink, all my hearties
For the morrow may bring ill news!
A toast to you and your family
Their prayers and blessings be with you

Dark, dark are the days ahead
And darker clouds may gather
So pass the bottle, pass it around!
And let's make merry together

And the wind blows bitter
And the rain pours down
And the woes of the world have no end
But the fires are burning
The music playing on
Come and sit by me, my friend