At the Pony with Foof and Rhod
(Based on words composed extempore as my friend Foof played tunes by the fireside and Rhodwulf inspired us as he slept, sorry, as he meditated, on the rug at the Prancing Pony)
Well Foof stands there a-strumming,
While I'm just gently humming,
And Rhod sits there a-chilling,
As time we are a-killing.
Down here at the Pony,
Yeah at the Prancing Pony-o!
We’re sittin’ by the fireside,
Down here at the Pony
So long as we’re together
We’re never getting lonely
Here at the Prancin' Pony.
Yeah at the Prancing Pony-o!
Can you hear the tempo rising,
Oh, that riff is quite surprisin'
It’s playing in my head,
Teasing, tantalising,
Hear Foof's fingers go, go, go!
Down at the Prancin’ Pony-o!
I really love his playin'
And I really don't mind saying
That I hope he’ll not stop strummin'
And keep going with the flow!
Yeah on the rug down at the Pony
Here in the firelight’s glow!
These tunes take us back to
An age we all once knew,
We had no cares in all the world
Fresh-faced, our hopes unfurled.
In music now recall that time,
When some say we were in our prime.
Gazing hard into the fire
Remembering, I’ll never tire
Of dreaming of those past years when…
Oh, how young we were back then!
I think, before the last bell chimes,
Will I be granted some new rhymes.
Up and down the scales he goes,
Where it will end not one here knows
He takes us to such dizzy heights,.
Hear Foof play on Pony nights!
This one's really rockin' me,
Feel like dancin', loose and free!
I love to hear the guitar man
Play like this, cool as he can.
So rock me, Foof, rock me again
I'll write you a song, but I don't know when.
Words that with your sweet notes go,
I’ll find, here at the Pony-o!
Here at the Prancing Pony-o!
Now Foof strums a sweet lullaby,
With soft notes like to make me cry,
Cos always I'm rememberin',
Aye, bittersweet rememberin',
Asking always questions why
We lost what once we had.
So dance a jig and dance a reel,
Your body showing how you feel,
Let the music take you where,
You may forget all of your cares.
Let it carry you away
From all the pain of yesterday,
Think not what tomorrow brings
Just fly on music's silver wings,
Yeah, fly on music's silver wings!
As here we sit before the fire
The music takes our spirits higher,
I no better way could choose
In swirling dreams my mind to lose,
Here, at the Prancing Pony-o,
The Prancing Pony-o!
