Mistress' Tavern

Beneath the clouds,
Beneath the clouds in the darkness.
Farewell to the lullabies, splender in flight.

The mistress in her tavern,
Told of lore of men from caverns.
Indeed, their skin is so fare and white.
Goodnight dreams, goodnight life
To tavern life.

The crows from above,
The crows from above caw loudly.
And the children of the street cry roudily.

They hunger bits of bread,
While a young woman loses her head.
There never has been another pretty lass instead,
Instead, there is only the fair.

In this town, so cold a dark,
With oil lamps the only spark, for life.
Give into the night.

Goodnight.