Alan Horvath - At The Sign Of The Prancing Pony Lyrics

A house and a meeting place
For talkative folk ...
The Inn of Bree, they say
Is a home away from home ...
Travelers come ...
Travelers go ...
Them as still can travel on
The old East Road ...

At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o


Song and laughter
Is the usual way ...
With food and drink
If you don't mind the wait ...
The conversation
Carries on until late ...
"Strange as news from Bree!"
They'll say ...

At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o
At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o


My, how that light shines ...
So warm, from the road ...
That fire must be burnin' bright, it's
Curlin' up my toes ...

At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o
At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o
At the sign of the Prancing Pony-o