Nat "King" Cole — There Is A Tavern In The Town

There is a tavern in the town And there my true love sits right down And drinks her beer so merry-merrily And never, never thinks of me Fare thee well, for I must leave thee Do not let this parting grieve thee And remember that the best of friends must part, must part Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu I can no longer stay with you I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree And may the world go well with thee Fare thee well, for I must leave thee Do not let this parting grieve thee And remember that the best of friends must part, must part Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu I can no longer stay with you I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree And may the world go well with thee