The Hermit - Steve Hackett

The mantle of attainment

Weighs heavy on his shoulders

Guided by a lantern

Flickering he grows older

A refuge found in exile

He shuffles on in blindness

You’ll take his hand, he’ll lose himself

Bewildered by your kindness

Enshrouded by darkness

A figure slowly forms

Through many years of banishment

No shelter from the storm

To find this slave of solitude

You’ll know him by his star

Then take his hand, he’ll lose himself

Knowing who you are