Tom: Em
G C G
G C
I lit my purest candle close to my
G B C
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
G C B
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
A C G
And I waited in my fleeting house
G Bm C
Before he came I felt him drawing near
G C
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
G C
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
Am G C Em G
As I waited in my fleeting house
D B G
"Tell me stories," I called to the hobo
D C B G
"Stories of cold," I smiled to the hobo
D C B G
"Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo
Am G C G
And he stood before me and my fleeting house
(guitar solo)
D C G
D C Bm G
Am G C
G C Bm C G
"No," said the hobo, "no more tales of time
G C
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
G Bm
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb"
C Am G C
And he walked away from my fleeting house
D C Em G
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo
D C G
"Leave me alone," I wept to the hobo
G D C Em G
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo
Am C G
And he walked away from my fleeting house
