Morning Glory-Tim Buckley

[00:01.50]"morning glory" [00:03.50]"Tim Buckley" [00:04.50]Morning Glory [00:05.50] [00:12.96]I lit my purest candle close to my [00:19.13]Window, hoping it would catch the eye [00:24.69]Of any vagabond who passed it by, [00:31.09]And I waited in my fleeting house [00:36.57] [00:37.57]Before he came I felt him drawing near; [00:43.45]As he neared I felt the ancient fear [00:49.25]That he had come to wound my door and jeer, [00:55.47]And I waited in my fleeting house [00:59.47] [01:01.92]"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo; [01:10.22]"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo; [01:19.00]"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo; [01:28.03]And he stood before my fleeting house [01:36.03] [01:37.59]"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time; [01:43.95]Don't ask me now to wash away the grime; [01:49.15]I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb," [01:55.35]And he walked away from my fleeting house [01:57.38] [02:02.11]"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo; [02:10.31]"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo; [02:18.97]"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo; [02:28.49]And he walked away from my fleeting house