- Tim Buckley Morning Glory 歌詞
- Tim Buckley
- 'morning glory'
'Tim Buckley'
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;
Dont ask me now to wash away the grime;
I cant come in cause its 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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