hunter


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"
you can sleep outside in the tool shed
though a little rain comes in
oh, i don't know you, you're a stranger
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
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
and what if he was the devil
he'd be coming after me again
when i woke in the weary morning he was gone
when i woke in the weary morning, lord, he was gone