O please tell me that the moon is showing
where the tavern is, with music flowing!
Hidden by forest, veiled by Glade,
The Tavern is, from nature made!
Tell me that the stars are gleaming!
that so many people look into dreaming!
and see in wonder the void afar
and sleep in slumber under a star!
Please tell me no Sun comes up shining,
For glade and tree alike will be fading!
In the Tavern; In the Forest;
Lies what I hold dearest,
In the Moon; and In the Star;
Sing my song wherever you are!
In the Tavern, in the forest,
Into forest, In the glade,
that we sing in! And then Fade!!!!