I lit my purest candle come to my
Window hoping it would reach the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my feeling house
Before he came I had left dancing door
And as he passed I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and eat
And I waited in my feeling house
Did ever come I asked to see the hobo
Dreams of cold I smiled at the hobo
Stones of cold I smiled at the hobo
As he stood before my feeling house
No and the echo to most types of over
Don't ask me now to watch over the game
I had come at him from high a stairs
And he walked away from my feeling house
Then was he damned? answered the hobo
Leave me alone? I wept to the hobo
Run me down? I cried to the hobo
And he walked away from my feeling house