You are the shadow man, You wander through the night. You hear the rustle of dry leaves falling, and the crows' almost-silent flight. You see the strs shining, brightly, above; Yet too dim to touch you. You are the shadow man. You feel a slight breeze Flutter against your cloak. You smell the light hint of a fires' sooty smoke. You touch the iron gate leading to your home. You are the shadow man. You know the sun will be up soon, and that you'd better get inside. So you take a last glance at the moon before you really must hide. You sleep the day away. Wit heavy curtains pulled tight. Until it's time to rise again, Back into the night. You are the shadow man.