The Hermit

Here's a tale that I've been told That will last til the very end A stranger is only a stranger Until he becomes your friend Long, long ago, there lived a man Who never came out of his house He had no family to call his own No children nor even a spouse Some people called him a hermit While others just called him insane He must have been made of money For he had no means to gain He never bothered anyone He just wanted to be left alone He had no modern day gadgets Not even a telephone Each night they heard him wailing It was a madman's mornful cry A candle lit, the darkend room Til the morning sun grew nigh A plan was hatched to rob the man By three kids about seventeen But they had no way of knowing That they'd never again be seen A curse was placed upon the house By a woman who died within Her ghost now haunts the man inside And all who enter in They said the woman was surely a witch So they sealed her soul inside And there she stayed, all alone Until the day she died They say she died of loneliness She had no family to grieve So when a stranger enters in She will never let them leave I'll remind you what I told you Before this story can end A stranger is only a stranger Until he becomes a friend