Morning Glory - Peel Sessions (Also known as “The 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; And as he neared I felt the ancient fear He had come to wound my door and jeer, So I waited in my fleeting house "Oh, 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 for it's too high a climb," As 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 1991 Strange Fruit Records (UK) - “The Peel Sessions” Running time 3:14