Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Tim Buckley
Вокал
Jim Felder
Бас-гитара
Jimmy Bond
Бас-гитара
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Барабаны
Brian Hartzler
Гитара
John Forsha
Гитара
Lee Underwood
Гитара
Carter C. Collins
Ударные инструменты
Don Randi
Фортепиано
Jerry Yester
Фортепиано
Dave Guard
Тамбурин
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Tim Buckley
Композитор
Larry Beckett
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jerry Yester
Продюсер
Jac Holzman
Продюсер
Слова
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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