UNTIL MORNING


Late in the evening, when the sun has gone down
And the work is all over, they head into town
To sit for awhile and to drink a few rounds.
And they won't go home until morning.

A beat-up old lute they keep by the bar,
If you know how to play it, you're welcome to try.
And your bottle looks empty, it's my turn to buy,
And we won't go home until morning.

A couple of wood flutes, and a drum or two,
In the fall there's a bard, when the harvest is through
So quiet the crowd, they'll play you a tune,
And we won't go home until morning.