There isn't room in the Inn
The keeper wouldn't be my friend
He'd never change his mind
So, I'm left to walk in the cold
The light of day is growing old
That's why this is the best of me
And I've had quite enough
Father, he is tall ans so serene
Then I'm alone facing the snow
The rain falls hard and is blowing cold
When hell had frozen over
That's why this is the best of me
And I've had quite enough
That what I've seen really isn't true
There isn't room in the Inn
The keeper wouldn't be my friend
He'd never change his mind
That's why this is the best of me
And I've had quite enough