The Collector
By: John Hartford
Iron Mountain Depot Album
Transcribed by Verne Garrison-from a YouTubeVideo
Medium tempo


Chorus:
   D                  
He slips in around you
               A   
When you are asleep

Thru attics and closets
            D
He silently creeps
                       
A small piece of cardboard
               A 
A bottle cap there
                     
An old ball of string
                 D
A long strand of hair
                G
A match from the kitchen
                  D
A small piece of comb
               A
With barely a sound
                  D
He turns and goes home

The Collector is waiting
To look thru your trash
To handle your beads
And pull at your sash

To read thru your papers
And look thru your room
And gently withdraw
To his own kind of gloom

And then with a sigh
And nothing to say
The Collector goes quitely
A slinking away

Your thimbles are missing
The hammer is gone
The light in the basement
It shouldn't be on

He messes with your flowers
And takes an old shoe
Goes thru your scrapbook
Before he is thru...

Examines your figures
Your cards and your dates
And the The Collector
He just evaporates

Chorus:

He slips it around you
when you are asleep
Goes thru the attic and closet
He silently creeps
A small piece of cardboard
A bottle cap there
And an old ball of string
A long strand of hair
A match from the kitchen
A small piece of comb
With barely a sound
He turns and goes home...