The withered, old man in the darkThe one they call The HermitBy the silver moonlight, he wanders throughThe night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark, He knows the answer; or will by dawn...
The withered, old man in the darkThe one they call The HermitBy the silver moonlight, he wanders throughThe night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark, He knows the answer; or will by dawn...