Sol# Do#maj7 Sol# Do#maj7 Sol# Do#maj7 I lit my purest candle close to my Sol# Do#maj7 Window, hoping it would catch the eye Sol# Do#maj7 Of any vagabond who passed it by La#m7 Do# Sol# And I waited in my fleeting house Do#maj7 Before he came I felt him drawing near Sol# Do#maj7 As he neared I felt the ancient fear Sol# Do#maj7 That he had come to wound my door and jeer La#m7 Do# Sol# And I waited in my fleeting house Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo La#m11 Do# Sol# And he stood before my fleeting house Sol# Do#maj7 "No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time Sol# Do#maj7 Don't ask me now to wash away the grime Sol# Do#maj7 I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb" La#m7 Do# Sol# And he walked away from my fleeting house Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7 "Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo La#m11 Do# Sol# And he walked away from my fleeting house Re# Do#add9 Sol#/Do Do#maj7
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