Lonely Skelly

I sang and I ran

I showed and I gave

from town to town

I came in waves

Nothing new

and

Nothing old

But one day

or

Two

They called upon you

A hunter with a sword

and

eyes like sore

why do you hunt me

why do you hate me

for me who gave nothing less

for me who gave much more

why run me out

when I swear no harm

I called upon you

and

I wished upon you

to one day be my friend

The moon is high

his word is higher

I wish my farwell

and

a happy choir...