Terry O'Leary - The Night Awaits the Dawn lyrics

Some boys with cheek play hide and seek within a house condemned Their faces gaunt reflecting want that's hard to comprehend. With no excuse an old recluse is waiting to descend. His eyes despair behind the stair, he's never had a friend To talk about his hidden doubt of how the world will end - To die alone on empty throne and other Fates impend. And soon the boys chase phantom joys and, presto when they're gone, The old recluse, with nimble noose and facial features drawn, No longer waits upon the Fates but yawns his final yawn - Like Tinker Bell, he spins a spell, in fairy dust chiffon - With twisted brow, he's tranquil now, he's floating like a swan And as he fades from life's charades, the night awaits the dawn.