Tales of Yore

Relief, Metal, Wall Plate, Golden, Iron

Strike up the harp and sing me a song

Sing me tales of elder days gone by

Skillfully play chords – a melody that moves

And lifts our hearts and imaginations high

Sing of elven magic and dwarven gold

Familiar tales form days of old

And then sit back and drink with me

As we toast the great names of yore

And for your bardic efforts grand

Let me your first glass pour


Padre