《Morning Glory》歌词

[00:00:14] I lit my purest candle close to my

[00:00:21] Window, hoping it would catch the eye

[00:00:28] Of any vagabond who passed it by,

[00:00:35] And I waited in my fleeting house

[00:00:43] Before he came I felt him drawing near;

[00:00:50] As he neared I felt the ancient fear

[00:00:57] That he had come to wound my door and jeer,

[00:01:05] And I waited in my fleeting house

[00:01:13] "Tell me stories,"I called to the Hobo;

[00:01:23] "Stories of cold,"I smiled at the Hobo;

[00:01:34] "Stories of old,"I knelt to the Hobo;

[00:01:44] And he stood before my fleeting house

[00:01:53] "No,"said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;

[00:02:00] Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;

[00:02:07] I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"

[00:02:44] And he walked away from my fleeting house