Ｔｈｅｒｅ Ｉｓ Ａ Ｔａｖｅｒｎ Ｉｎ Ｔｈｅ Ｔｏｗｎ - Nat King Cole

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