Good evening, weary traveler. I know you've wandered far
You're looking mighty lost, my dear. Do you know where you are?
Oh, these woods are dark and lonely, and it's much too far to town
But I keep a cozy inn where you can set your knapsack down
Come on inside, don't waste the fading light
Are you looking for a place to spend the night?
Good evening, weary traveler. The winds are roaring wild
So come and keep us company, just a widow and her child
Yes, my Johnny died and left me with a boy not five years old
And though his grave is chilly, now my bed feels twice as cold
I do believe we'll get along all right
Now, don't you need a place to spend the night?
Good morning, weary traveler. I hope your sleep was grand
My penmanship is shaky but I know you'll understand
That the road from here is rocky, with no sign to point the way
So I reckon you'll be glad to find your pack is light today
Yes, I'll sell your shiny pocket watch for shoes for my young son
And out here in the wilderness, I'll need your nice new gun
And I'll keep the pantry stocked with all the money from your purse
But don't you go and fret, my dear, you might have done much worse
Alone out there, you'd surely have a fright
Good thing you found a place to spend the night