There Is A Tavern In The Town
Nat “King” Cole, Traditional
There is a tavern in the town
And there my true love sits right down
And drinks her beer so merry-merrily
And never, never thinks of me
Fare thee well, for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu
I can no longer stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee
Fare thee well, for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu
I can no longer stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee