[Intro] [lute strums gently] [soft fiddle joins] [murmured tavern ambience] [Verse 1 – bard sings] The fire is low, the night is long Ale is sweet, and wrong feels wrong Coins and tales on wooden boards Tomorrow's debt, tonight's accord [Chorus – whole tavern hums] Sing it slow, sing it light Keep the dark out just tonight If dawn comes sharp, we’ll be gone So drink and sing till the song is done [Verse 2] Boots are worn, blades are too Some came back, some never do Luck’s a thief with golden eyes She smiles once, then says goodbye [Chorus] Sing it low, sing it true Let the walls remember you Steel can wait and gold can rot This warm fire’s what we’ve got [Instrumental break] [fiddle solo] [light table tapping, claps] [Verse 3 – softer] In the corner, quiet grin Green eyes count what others spend She hears the tune, not the lies And leaves before the last goodbye [Final Chorus – warm, slower] Sing it soft, sing it kind For the road we’ll walk tomorrow blind If fate is cruel and luck is thin At least tonight… we drank and sang as kin [Outro] [lute fades] [tavern chatter] [fire crackle]
