I came across a small village with no name
I made my way down the dark gravel streets
feeling rather thirsty, I stopped at the tavern at the end of the road
and I asked him where is it that i could be
The odd little man, perched on his stool on the other side of the bar like a stone gargoyle
just staring at me for a moment and finally spoke
He told me it doesn't matter so much where I am at, but where I am going
and I said I would tell him, but even I can't be knowing
That's no way for a man to be traveling he said, and told me I should find a bed for the night
I found myself an inn with a vacancy sign,
to bed down for the night
Fifty dollars and a blonde whore later,
I was sound asleep
I dreamt of a place where never again did i weep |
Submission Name: The Ballad of Hamish MacGregor(movement two)
