There Is A Tavern In The Town

Nat King Cole @ wiki, Traditional.

There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
And there my dear love sits him down, sits him down.
And drinks his wine, mid - laughter free,
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 friends must part, must part,
Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, adieu.
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you.
I’ll - hang my harp on a weeping willow - tree.
And may the world go well with thee.

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark.
Each friday night they used to spark, used to spark.
And now my love, once - true to me.
Takes that dark damsel on his knee.

Chorus

Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep.
Put tomb stones at my head and feet, head and feet.
And on my breast carve a turtle dove.
To signify I died of love.

Chorus