Morning Glory

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Tim Buckley - Pop, USA

Morning Glory

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[Verse 1] I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by And I waited in my fleeting house [Verse 2] Before he came I felt him drawing near As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer And I waited in my fleeting house [Chorus] "Tell me stories," I called to the hobo "Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo "Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo And he stood before my fleeting house [Verse 3] "No," said the hobo, "No more tales of time Don't ask me now to wash away the grime I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb" And he walked away from my fleeting house [Chorus] "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo "Leave me alone," I wept to the hobo "Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo And he walked away from my fleeting house

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Credits

Writers
  • Tim Buckley
  • Larry Beckett