MORNING GLORY - Tim Buckley

Verse 1:
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  I lit my purest candle  close to my
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  window, hoping it would  catch the eye
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  of any vagabond who  passed it by
|Am      |Am7        |C         |G    |   
  And I waited in my  fleeting house 
  
Verse 2:
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

Chorus 1:
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  "Tell me stories", I called to the Hobo
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  "Stories of cold", I smiled at the Hobo
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  "Stories of old", I knelt to the Hobo
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  And he stood before my   fleeting house 
  
Verse 3:
"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 

Chorus 2:
"Then you be damned!", I screamed to the Hobo
"Leave me alone", I wept to the Hobo
"Turn in to stone", I knelt to the Hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house

End.