发布于：2023年
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歌词
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
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
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before 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
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
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
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before 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
lrc 歌词
[00:12.090]I lit my purest candle close to my [00:17.700]Window, hoping it would catch the eye [00:23.876]Of any vagabond who passed it by [00:29.498]And I waited in my fleeting house [00:35.380] [00:39.862]Before he came I felt him drawing near [00:45.744]As he neared I felt the ancient fear [00:51.081]That he had come to wound my door and jeer [00:57.536]And I waited in my fleeting house [01:02.589] [01:07.641]"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo; [01:15.798]"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo; [01:24.506]"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo; [01:33.473]And he stood before my fleeting house [01:39.927] [01:43.844]"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time; [01:49.168]Don't ask me now to wash away the grime; [01:54.779]I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb," [02:00.940]And he walked away from my fleeting house [02:11.136] [02:11.420]"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo; [02:19.550]"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo; [02:27.967]"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo; [02:36.949]And he walked away from my fleeting house
