Morning Glory (2017 Remaster)

歌詞

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