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- Composer:
- Tim Buckley
 
- See also:
Linda Ronstadt - Hobo lyrics
I lit my purest candle close to my window
 Hoping it would catch the eye
 Of any vagabond that passed it by
 And I waited in my lonely house
 Before he came I felt him drawing near
 And as he neared I felt the ancient fear
 That he had come to my door and jeer
 And I waited in my fleeting house
 Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
 Stories of old, I smiled to the hobo
 Storie of cold, I wept to the hobo
 As he stood before my fleeting house
 Linda Ronstadt - Hobo - http://motolyrics.com/linda-ronstadt/hobo-lyrics.html
 No, said the hobo, no more tales of time
 Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
 I can't come in for it's too high a climb
 And he walked away from my lonely house
 Then you be damned I screamed to the hobo
 Turn into stone I cried to the hobo
 Leave me alone I knelt to the hobo
 And he walked away from my fleeting house
 I lit my purest candle close to my window
 Hoping it would catch the eye
 Of any vagabond who passed it by
 And I waited in my fleeting house









