Little Old Inn

Come with me to the little old inn, Where people come to meet their kin. They come from far and wide, To be together side by side. I'd like for you to come with me, So we can lessen our misery. We'll speak of days long passed, And times we wished would last. Ride with me to the little old inn, Where strangers meet, and all will win. We'll waste away the day, For it is cold and grey. Come sit with me here by the fire, Here we have all we require. The hard day's work is done, We can rest here and have some fun. Break out the games, break out the ale, Take off that armor shirt of mail. Savor these moments, make them last, For life travels far too fast. Come with me to the little old inn, Where you can't help but crack a grin. We'll waste away the day, For it is cold and grey.