By the winding lanes embraced in green
where fields sway for pawn king or queen
A door awaits worn by winds made of pine
a pub a home a place of hope that´s mine

A sign worn by years gone in a breeze
still swings gently for friends at ease
Further more step inside to the past
a timeworn past that will forever last

In the fireplace wood crackles for you
it knows you are one of the familiar few
Who deserves a mothers slow-cooked plate
a timeless taste of love taste of faith

The bar has it all with stools all sorts
with spirits of the world from all ports
But best remains the faces old and new
all look so like someone you once knew

Listen to the fiddler who finds a tune
others joins in with hearts all attune
An old shanty or a song from long ago
still awakens spirits join tap let´s go

Through amber breaths stories are told
of birth or love of the young and old
The walls inscribed by the names heard
even though not spoken only slurred

Words may been cursed or said in grace
all has been seen in this sacred place
No clock will chase you from your chair
all are welcomed priest pawn poor or heir

So raise a glass family friend or foe
to home to hearts and to letting go
Remember those who searched gold or fame
who won or lost they all remain the same