I was alone and sickly
It was a quarter of a moonlit night
I heard him cry through my window shade
And it filled me so full of fright
But I could not turn my back on him
I put on the back porch light
"Can I help you?", said the good Samaritan
"Can I help you?", said the good Samaritan
I brought him bread and a blanket
But I told him, "You can't come in here"
You can sleep outside in the tool shed though a little rain comes in there
Well, I don't know you, you're a stranger to me, no
I don't know where you've been
"You can't come in here", said the keeper of the inn
"I don't want you in here", said the keeper of the inn
But I couldn't sleep for the thinking
You know my night got so insane
I thought, maybe he was an angel and I left him out in the rain
Oh, and what if he was the devil?
He'd be coming after me again
But when I woke in the weary morning he was gone
When I woke in the weary morning he was gone
I thought maybe he was an angel
And I left him out in the rain
Oh, what if he was the devil?
He'd be coming after me again
When I woke in the weary morning he was gone
He was gone, he was gone, he was gone, he was gone, he was gone
When I woke in the, he was gone
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