ฟังเพลงMorning Glory

Morning Glory - Tim Buckley

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