Lyrics The Road to Stonehenge - Fangorn

The Road to Stonehenge

Once in the tavern at the Black Mountain
Came old troll with a gray beard
He became a honey brew, cast over him
In the copper pot was throwing grass
Did he drink so nice
The next morning hangover is a party
And he attracts women like a bull calf
The next day, do not whine sides
In the old tavern folk dances
Of oak barrels gushing honey
Anyone who does not drink — he will soon die
And he did not die, who will drink our honey
C maids if not lucky
Drink a mug and it will go
In the old tavern folk dances
Of oak barrels gushing honey
Morning has come red dawn
Look, do not really have a hangover
The girls around one here, one there
And they themselves said yesterday I will not give!
Tavern called 'The trolls Nora'
Where in the morning has a headache
And beautiful girls out there just do not find it
And rarely do they cherish their honor.