Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do you remember Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading Of straw for a bedding.
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of the
tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under The shade of Vine
verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny, And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the Hip Hop Hap!
Of The clap Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing, Glancing, Dancing, Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin Out and in.... And the Ting Tong Tang of the
guitar!
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do You Remember an Inn?
Nevermore; Miranda, Never More.
Only the High Peaks hoar: And aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound In the walls of the Halls where falls The tread Of The feet of the dead
to the ground.
No sound.
Only The boom Of the far waterfall like doom.