The Little Inn Under the Hill

[Instrumental Interlude]
[Lute and Wooden Flute]
[Distant Bagpipes Enter]
[Soft Fiddle]

[Instrumental Break]
[Driving Celtic Folk Ensemble]
[Bagpipe Lead]
[Fiddle Countermelody]
[Lute Rhythm]

[Final Chorus]
[Full Warm Female Vocal]
[Layered Tavern Harmonies]
[Soaring Bagpipes]
[Driving Fiddle and Acoustic Guitar]

[Outro]
[Soft Female Humming]
[Solo Lute]
[Wooden Flute]
[Distant Bagpipes]
[Fireplace Ambience]
[Quiet Tavern Murmur]
[Fade Out]
[END]
[Verse 1] When the road is long and the evening cold, And the western sky turns red to gold, There’s a lantern burning, steady still, By the little inn under the hill. Leave your muddy boots beside the door, Lay your weary pack upon the floor, There is bread to break and cups to fill, At the little inn under the hill. [Chorus] So come inside, come out of the rain, Rest your bones and forget your pain, There’s a fire bright and a warm drink still, At the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup to the roads we roam, To those still wandering far from home, May fortune follow where'er it will, We’ll meet again under the hill. [Instrumental Interlude] [Lute and Wooden Flute] [Soft Fiddle] [Verse 2] There’s a hunter laughing by the flame, A wandering bard who forgets your name, Two old merchants arguing their bill, At the little inn under the hill. Someone tells of dragons in the north, Someone swears there’s treasure further forth, Every tale grows taller with every refill, At the little inn under the hill. [Chorus] So come inside, come out of the rain, Rest your bones and forget your pain, There’s a fire bright and a warm drink still, At the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup to the roads we roam, To those still wandering far from home, May fortune follow where'er it will, We’ll meet again under the hill. [Instrumental Break] [Gentle Tavern Ensemble] [Fiddle Lead] [Lute Answer] [Verse 3] When the moon climbs high above the trees, And the shutters rattle in the breeze, The fiddle wakes and the room grows still, In the little inn under the hill. Then a tune begins both soft and slow, One that every traveler seems to know, Soon the tables shake and the tankards spill, At the little inn under the hill. [Bridge] [Soft Intimate Vocal] And if tomorrow calls your name, And you must take the road again, Remember when the night grows chill, There’s always light beneath the hill. [Soft Chorus] Come inside, come out of the rain, Rest awhile from the road again, While the hearth burns low and the night stands still, At the little inn under the hill. [Final Chorus] [Fuller Warm Vocal] So raise your cup to the roads we roam, To every stranger far from home, To every dream beyond the rill, And the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup while the fire burns bright, Sing one more song before goodnight, Wherever the wandering road may spill, We’ll meet again... [Pause] Under the hill. [Outro] [Soft Female Humming] [Solo Lute] [Wooden Flute] [Fireplace Ambience] [Quiet Tavern Murmur] [Fade Out] [END]

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[Instrumental Interlude] [Lute and Wooden Flute] [Distant Bagpipes Enter] [Soft Fiddle] [Instrumental Break] [Driving Celtic Folk Ensemble] [Bagpipe Lead] [Fiddle Countermelody] [Lute Rhythm] [Final Chorus] [Full Warm Female Vocal] [Layered Tavern Harmonies] [Soaring Bagpipes] [Driving Fiddle and Acoustic Guitar] [Outro] [Soft Female Humming] [Solo Lute] [Wooden Flute] [Distant Bagpipes] [Fireplace Ambience] [Quiet Tavern Murmur] [Fade Out] [END] [Verse 1] When the road is long and the evening cold, And the western sky turns red to gold, There’s a lantern burning, steady still, By the little inn under the hill. Leave your muddy boots beside the door, Lay your weary pack upon the floor, There is bread to break and cups to fill, At the little inn under the hill. [Chorus] So come inside, come out of the rain, Rest your bones and forget your pain, There’s a fire bright and a warm drink still, At the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup to the roads we roam, To those still wandering far from home, May fortune follow where'er it will, We’ll meet again under the hill. [Instrumental Interlude] [Lute and Wooden Flute] [Soft Fiddle] [Verse 2] There’s a hunter laughing by the flame, A wandering bard who forgets your name, Two old merchants arguing their bill, At the little inn under the hill. Someone tells of dragons in the north, Someone swears there’s treasure further forth, Every tale grows taller with every refill, At the little inn under the hill. [Chorus] So come inside, come out of the rain, Rest your bones and forget your pain, There’s a fire bright and a warm drink still, At the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup to the roads we roam, To those still wandering far from home, May fortune follow where'er it will, We’ll meet again under the hill. [Instrumental Break] [Gentle Tavern Ensemble] [Fiddle Lead] [Lute Answer] [Verse 3] When the moon climbs high above the trees, And the shutters rattle in the breeze, The fiddle wakes and the room grows still, In the little inn under the hill. Then a tune begins both soft and slow, One that every traveler seems to know, Soon the tables shake and the tankards spill, At the little inn under the hill. [Bridge] [Soft Intimate Vocal] And if tomorrow calls your name, And you must take the road again, Remember when the night grows chill, There’s always light beneath the hill. [Soft Chorus] Come inside, come out of the rain, Rest awhile from the road again, While the hearth burns low and the night stands still, At the little inn under the hill. [Final Chorus] [Fuller Warm Vocal] So raise your cup to the roads we roam, To every stranger far from home, To every dream beyond the rill, And the little inn under the hill. Raise your cup while the fire burns bright, Sing one more song before goodnight, Wherever the wandering road may spill, We’ll meet again... [Pause] Under the hill. [Outro] [Soft Female Humming] [Solo Lute] [Wooden Flute] [Fireplace Ambience] [Quiet Tavern Murmur] [Fade Out] [END]

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