(Verse 1) Through the snow and the mountains, on a path so clear, The Dragonborn sets out with a heart full of cheer. From Riften to Windhelm, and Markarth's stone, He seeks out the taverns where heroes are known. (Chorus) Oh, Dragonborn's tavern tour, hear the revelers' roar, From the Bannered Mare to the Silver-Blood's door. With a tankard in hand and a song to sing, The Dragonborn's the jester, the warrior, the king. (Verse 2) At the Winking Skeever, he tells a mighty tale, Of battles with dragons and ships set to sail. The patrons gather 'round with eyes open wide, As he recounts his adventures with a warrior's pride. (Chorus) Oh, Dragonborn's tavern tour, hear the revelers' roar, From the Bannered Mare to the Silver-Blood's door. With a tankard in hand and a song to sing, The Dragonborn's the jester, the warrior, the king. (Bridge) In Candlehearth Hall, he dances with the night, With a Nordic lass so fair, in the firelight. He laughs and he cheers, with his voice so bold, Sharing tales of glory, and treasures of gold. (Verse 3) In Vilemyr Inn, he drinks to old friends lost, To the companions fallen, and the battles they cost. But with each hearty laugh and each lively toast, He honors their memories, their spirits he hosts. (Chorus) Oh, Dragonborn's tavern tour, hear the revelers' roar, From the Bannered Mare to the Silver-Blood's door. With a tankard in hand and a song to sing, The Dragonborn's the jester, the warrior, the king. (Outro) So when the night grows cold, and the embers die, The Dragonborn moves on, with a twinkle in his eye. From inn to inn, he travels the land, The hero of Skyrim, with a mug in his hand. Oh, Dragonborn's tavern tour, let the legend endure, In every hearth and hall, his spirit's pure.
