[Soaring Feather]

~Norah Jones~Dolly Pardon~Creepin'~

[Old Sarge]

It might look abandoned,
or even run-down,
a place of no name
or of even less renown,

but to Me, in My eyes,
it's something quite else,
a place full of wizardy,
as the verse tells.

The light in the tower
shows someone is here,
who is reading, or musing,
over subjects most queer,
while the lantern below,
in the shed off the pantry,
speaks of the firelight
from the hearth or the entry,

As the wuthering winds will wind and entwine
themselves 'round the garret with stars all behind,
while inside, in the comfort of fireside chairs,
I and my guest shall dismiss all our cares,

while sipping on cider
and dining on bread,
alone with the Knight
who gives little to dread.