[Verse] The firelight dances on old wooden beams A haven for travelers with pockets of dreams The scent of stew and ale It fills the air [Chorus] Oh the Prancing Pony Where stories grow From distant lands where the soft winds blow You belong here You are welcome You know [Verse 2] Maps are unfolded Tales softly told Of rivers that glimmer and mountains of gold A place for the weary The bold and the free [Prechorus] Come sit by the fire Let the world conspire [Chorus] Oh the Prancing Pony Where stories grow From distant lands where the soft winds blow You belong here You are welcome You know [Bridge] There’s a song in the rafters A laugh in the hall A peace that reminds you of life’s gentle call Hope lingers here Like the first light of dawn
