Most of my writings aren't as they seem,
Most of my dreams aren't as you'd deem,
So come in, weary traveller, and rest for a while,
I'll ensnare you with my words and my style...

Rest by the roadside, I'll entertain for a bit
Come, have a drink, and in relaxation sit
I'll ask nothing in return, stranger dear
As long as you are willing to sit and to hear

I'll spin you yarns from days of old
Fresh, new spun, and not yet sold,
I'll tell you of past travellersby
And wanderers who once caught my eye

Together we'll be on the side of the stream
Where the water is chilled and the sun does gleam
And together there we'll tell a tale
Rewrite the timeless legends all told around the dale

Welcome you to a new world, friend
Where worries and weariness flee to their end
Let's sit here now and forget the world and all it's sorrow
And leave all things at rest till the 'morrow