Wandering Tracks - The Pub That Wasn’t There Lyrics

We set out in autumn
To Mátra's trails so grand
The leaves were crimson gold
As we trekked across the land
But the rain it wouldn't cease
And the mud rose to our knees
The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere
Up the muddy hillside
Through the cows' curious gaze
The path to Parád led us
With humor in our ways
And András led the charge
With spirits never large
The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere
In the mud and rain
Our feet found their own song
With stories we'd retell
It didn't feel too long
The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere
We walked the muddy trail, our boots weighed like stones (oh)
The Mátra mountains calling, echoing our tones (oh)
The rain was chillin', mist in the air (yeah)
No pub in sight, but we didn't care (oh)
Passed by the cows, they stared with knowing eyes
The hike was rough, but we felt alive (oh)
Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong
The yellow path turned into asphalts we dread (ooh)
Pushed on with muddy shoes, nowhere else to tread (yeah)
András on a mission, mosquitoes as his friends (whoa)
Back to Mátraderecske, where our journey bends (oh)
The village calling, no pub to greet the day
Yet in the end, we found our way (oh)
Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong
András found the path with a grin so wide (oh)
We trekked through mud, our steps long and stride (yeah)
The journey's end, another tale to share (oh)
In the hills where we once dared
Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong