Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morning Glory, artist - Fairport Convention.
Date of issue: 31.05.1968
Song language: English
Morning Glory |
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 |