I waited a long long time in this lonely house

2033/2025

Watercolour & coloured faber-castell pencils on Steinbah paper.

 

"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

 

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..."

 

HOBO - Linda Ronstadt, 1968;

 

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