G                      Cmaj7
I lit my purest candle close to my
G                       Cmaj7
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
G                   Cmaj7
Of any vagabond who passed it by
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And I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came I felt him drawing near
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door, and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house

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"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
D                    C      Em     Cmaj7
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
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"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
Am                           C        G
And he stood before me in my fleeting house

"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"
And he walked away from my fleeting house

"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he walked away from my fleeting house

Outro:
D / / / C / Em / Cmaj7