Morning Glory

Song Morning Glory
Artist Tim Buckley
Album Dream Letter (Live In London 1968)

Lyrics

[00:01.50] "morning glory"
[00:03.50] "Tim Buckley"
[00:04.50] Morning Glory
[00:05.50]
[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