Lyrics
The Last Round ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics © 2026 Maris S. A song for this, the final hour The glasses drained, yet hearts are full One seat remains beside the fire The embers fade — a long farewell The clock strikes one in tap-room halls Yet life still lingers in the air No shadows on the wooden walls No trace of sorrow or despair A weary man, a patron old Who sips his dram in quiet ease He watches as the tales unfold Until the night itself finds peace He dreams of golden times long past Of cherished songs and fading stars He stays behind when all have gone When noise has died and night drifts on He thinks of all the years long past And slowly drinks his parting glass The guests are home and in their beds The landlord cleans the countertop No words are left in weary heads The heavy sounds of nighttime stop One silent nod is all they share A creaking hinge beside the door He steps into the misty air Onto the cobbles, damp and worn Wrapped in fog and silver haze He sees the ghosts of ancient days He stays behind when all have gone When noise has died and night drifts on He thinks of all the years long past And slowly drinks his parting glass Upon that bench a game was played A kiss once shared, a sudden fight Where fortune smiled and bets were laid Beneath the lantern's golden light And suddenly the air feels warm The windows glow with yellow fire It holds a quiet, holy charm The end of ev'ry heart's desire He rubs his weary bones grown old A final look — the tale is told He lived his life just as it came With honest heart and free of shame With wit and joy for all who pass From the first drop to the parting glass