[00:12.090]I lit my purest candle close to my
[00:17.700]Window, hoping it would catch the eye
[00:23.876]Of any vagabond who passed it by
[00:29.498]And I waited in my fleeting house
[00:35.380]
[00:39.862]Before he came I felt him drawing near
[00:45.744]As he neared I felt the ancient fear
[00:51.081]That he had come to wound my door and jeer
[00:57.536]And I waited in my fleeting house
[01:02.589]
[01:07.641]"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
[01:15.798]"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
[01:24.506]"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
[01:33.473]And he stood before my fleeting house
[01:39.927]
[01:43.844]"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;
[01:49.168]Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
[01:54.779]I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"
[02:00.940]And he walked away from my fleeting house
[02:11.136]
[02:11.420]"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
[02:19.550]"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;
[02:27.967]"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;
[02:36.949]And he walked away from my fleeting house