Four Hundred Winters | The Tavern Remembers Every Name | Medieval Tavern Song | D&D

I was oak before I was a door. This one isn't sung by the bard. It's sung by the building — four hundred winters of oaths, knives, weddings, funerals and names cut into the same table. An original medieval tavern anthem for your D&D world, your longest-running campaign, and every inn that outlives the people in it. 🔥 Perfect for: arriving at an ancient inn, a campaign finale, worldbuilding, and writing. *Lyrics:* I was oak before I was a door. I was standing when the road was not a road. Four hundred winters leaning on this hill and every single one of them I hold. I have heard a thousand oaths sworn on my table. I have heard about a dozen of them kept. I have felt the knife go in beside the hearth. I have felt a stranger crying while he slept. Carve it deep! Carve it deep! I'll keep what the years won't keep! Every name you cut in me outlives the hand and the memory — Carve it deep! Carve it deep! I don't forget. I never sleep. The girl who danced here isn't dancing. The king who drank here isn't king. The boy who swore he'd never come back came back for every single spring. You'll go out that door and the road will take you the way the road takes them all. And I'll be here. And I'll be here. And I'll still know you when you call. And I'll still know you when you call. Carve it deep! Carve it deep! I'll keep what the years won't keep! Four hundred winters, four hundred more, I am the wood and I am the door — Carve it deep! Carve it deep! I don't forget. I never sleep.