Текст песни Morning Glory - Blood, Sweat & Tears

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
Passing near
I felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house
Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo
Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me in 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
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