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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Buckley
Vocals
Jim Felder
Bass Guitar
Jimmy Bond
Bass Guitar
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Drums
Brian Hartzler
Guitar
John Forsha
Guitar
Lee Underwood
Guitar
Carter C. Collins
Percussion
Don Randi
Piano
Jerry Yester
Piano
Dave Guard
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Buckley
Composer
Larry Beckett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Yester
Producer
Jac Holzman
Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Larry Beckett
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