Evening come like a beating drum
One light upon the hills
As all lay still
Coat of white, holy book held tight
He prays till his lantern burns
And to return
All around, in this lonesome town
Old man blesses every home
One man alone
Like a ghost, like a rush of hope
An angel of this land
He folds his hands
See the hill, that old lights gone still
Old man, was I in your sight?
Old man in white
Old man, was I in your sight?
Old man in white