The White Horse Inn, at the White Horse Inn,
There's joy the whole summer through.
There's sunshine ever in store there,
For happiness stands at the door there.
The days fly past, you must leave at last,
But still whatever you do,
You'll hear when twilight is falling
The White Horse calling to you.
The White Horse Inn, at the White Horse Inn,
There's joy the whole summer through.
There's sunshine ever in store there,
For happiness stands at the door there.
The days fly past, you must leave at last,
But still whatever you do,
You'll hear when twilight is falling
The White Horse Inn calling to you.