[00:01.50]"morning glory"
[00:03.50]"Tim Buckley"
[00:04.50]Morning Glory
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[00:12.96]I lit my purest candle close to my
[00:19.13]Window, hoping it would catch the eye
[00:24.69]Of any vagabond who passed it by,
[00:31.09]And I waited in my fleeting house
[00:36.57]
[00:37.57]Before he came I felt him drawing near;
[00:43.45]As he neared I felt the ancient fear
[00:49.25]That he had come to wound my door and jeer,
[00:55.47]And I waited in my fleeting house
[00:59.47]
[01:01.92]"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
[01:10.22]"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
[01:19.00]"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
[01:28.03]And he stood before my fleeting house
[01:36.03]
[01:37.59]"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;
[01:43.95]Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
[01:49.15]I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"
[01:55.35]And he walked away from my fleeting house
[01:57.38]
[02:02.11]"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
[02:10.31]"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;
[02:18.97]"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;
[02:28.49]And he walked away from my fleeting house