Morning
Glory (aka
Hobo) Performed
by This Mortal Coil (Deidre & Louise Rutkowski, John Turner) (NOTE:
Lyrics may differ slightly from those shown below) 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 Tim Buckley/Larry Beckett
Tim Buckley Music ASCAP
19th Opus Music o/b/o Third Story Music, Inc. BMI Released
1986 - Filigree and Shadow 4AD Records - DAD 609 CD
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