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