Morning-Glory lyrics

Song information

Artist: Tim Buckley
Album: Goodbye & Hello

Lyrics

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

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

"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

"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

"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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