The Hermit
On a cold wintery mountain
He draws the final curtaln
The hermit cries
As his inner soul dies
Golden sand
Crimson land
He's alone on his world
Hear his plea
For can't you see
His llfe has been hurled
Hermit, hermit alone on a hill
Let them laugh, say what they will
Hermit, hermit, your time has come...
Looking down at the life that was his own
With no love in his heart he is alone
He draws the final curtaln
The hermit cries
As his inner soul dies
Golden sand
Crimson land
He's alone on his world
Hear his plea
For can't you see
His llfe has been hurled
Hermit, hermit alone on a hill
Let them laugh, say what they will
Hermit, hermit, your time has come...
Looking down at the life that was his own
With no love in his heart he is alone
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Mitchell, Michael Sabatini, Pat Marinelli
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