casting out my welcome i bid you come on in
we’ll share a bite of supper and a noggin full of gin
we’ll tell each other stories of the brightest days of old
when our hearts were full of vigour and our spirits running bold
then let us take a wander beneath a storyteller’s moon
we can carve our names and bind them with a lover’s rune
and if the night should finish before our will is done
we’ll call upon the old gods to bind the very sun
and this i promise you when all our words are said
we will be together ’til the earth itself is dead
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