Morning
Glory
- Live in London
(aka
Hobo)
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 old," I smiled
at the Hobo;
"Stories of cold," I wept to the Hobo;
And I waited
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 it's just too high a climb,"
And he stood before
my fleeting house "Then
you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
"Turn into stone ,"
I wept to the Hobo;
"Leave me alone," 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
1990 Enigma Retro/Bizarre Records
“Dream Letter: Live in London 1968” Running
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