Poor Old Man

There is a lady in a shed on a hill
A man went there and he's with her still
See his face it's as white as a sheet

Poor old man

They say he's troubled by what he saw
And no-one sees them anymore
He doesn't talk just sits and stares, poor old man
Poor old man

A girl went by and saw him there
He was old he was cold and he had no hair
It'd all been singed in the fire of a flame

Poor old man

They took him to the house in the town
But he couldn't stand to be around
The people that were trying to help the poor old man

Poor old man

So they rode him back to the shed on the hill
But the shed was gone and she was killed
They came upon her body burned

Poor old man

He lay upon the sorcerer's grave
Pressed into her charred remains
And there he lays until this day, poor old man

Poor old man



Credits
Writer(s): Ian carter, Ian Robert, James Carter, Nicola Kearey
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